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Authors note: some quick hits. This chapter marks my 50th story on Literotica. I couldn’t have timed it better as this one ends with a bang. Also a huge thank you to author Sydney Blake (How to save a life. The hottest romance series on lit!Check it out for yourselves)for doing a lights out job editing this chapter.As for my dedication: This reader has always stayed anonymous, but has commented many times and e-mailed me as well. He is by far my biggest Megan hater so on that note, this chapter is for “sparekeys”. As for this chapter itself. SWB is a pretty grim story, and honestly not nearly as popular as some of the stroke series that are currently running right now. I am fine with that. From day one this has been my story written my way. Now that I am getting near the end, not only am I going to continue that, but am going to rev it up. The remaining chapters will not be heavy on erotica, but will be heavy in general. If you are a sensitive sort, brace yourself. For the next three chapters, ladies and gentlemen, the gloves are off. As always thank you for reading! Lovecraft68

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I sat in the back of the cab with my head down, using my long black hair to cover most of my face and the fact that I was crying. I’d managed to hold it back during the ten minute walk from Mark’s office to the Biltmore. I needed a taxi and they were always circling the hotel, and this way I didn’t have to wait in front of his building for one. It hadn’t been easy holding it together, but I was getting enough looks as it was in my current ensemble. Had I started crying, people would have thought I was some distraught, strung out prostitute. Not that I hadn’t had some experience with that particular situation back in the day, but I would never want it thought of me again.

Within a minute of reaching the hotel, I flagged down the cab. I noticed the driver passed an older couple and a guy in a suit so he could pick me up. I got in and gave him my mother’s address. The driver, a big greasy looking guy in his fifties, took one look at me and asked, “How you gonna pay for this?”

I rolled my eyes. Under different circumstances, I would have told him to go fuck himself and gotten out. Right now, however, all I cared about was getting back to my parents’ house so I could hide in my old bedroom and cry. I reached into my purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and showed it to him.

He smirked, “Business must be good.”

I smirked back, “It always will be because there are always fat, ugly men who can only get laid if they pay for it.”He gave me a dirty look, but put the cab in gear and quickly pulled into traffic. I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror and winced. So much for trying to not look like a mess; I had already been crying at Mark’s office, and my allegedly waterproof mascara had run in black streaks down my face. My good old manic panic Goth foundation had held up, however, so I now looked like a sick, sad clown straight out of a Marilyn Manson video.

Sliding over to the right corner of the seat, I let my head drop, my hair fall over my face, and my tears flow. I was devastated and confused. What had just hit me the last two hours? My father, the pictures, Mark’s lies to save me. As if that wasn’t enough to take in, Mark put me on the spot. I did love him. I knew that now. Not that I should have needed my brother’s sacrifice to make me realize that. Those feelings had been there for years I had just pushed them aside, telling myself I would ruin my brother, and pretending the feelings weren’t there. This time around, Mark took all my excuses away from me. He pointed out that I was sober, successful, and, most of all, he told me how he felt. My mind was still reeling. How, exactly, did my brother think we could pull this off?

I told him I loved him, sort of, by simply saying yes. Had I just kept my big mouth shut, we might have been able to sit down and talk things through, like we had planned. Instead, I put a fatal “but” in there, and my exhausted, emotionally spent brother did what he always did when he was hurt, he lost it

I did my best not to react to his rage. My brother had been through a lot in the last year, and I had not been there for him. As much as the Winthrop trial had helped his career, it had taken everything else from him. Mark had tears in his eyes as he numbly told me how my father told him no one ever wanted him. I now knew why he was avoiding Mom, and it was wrong; she loved Mark dearly. Unfortunately, I knew too well that feeling of being unwanted, of knowing that no matter how good life was now, that we had been given away, as if we were unwanted pets. For my brother, who had already been dealing with the heartache of missing his chance to be with me back then, hearing those things from Dad caused him to believe them.

I was also struck with guilt, hearing how badly he missed me, and how he so desperately wanted to be with me. I’ve never regretted moving to Chicago. I would not have achieved as much surrounded by nothing but painful memories. But in leaving all that pain, I left behind the best part of my life. Mark, who, of course, told me to go ahead and do what was best for me. Had I not been the selfish bitch he had rightly accused me of being, it would have occurred to me that sometimes, Mark said things because he felt it was what I wanted to hear, not because it was how he really felt.

So as Mark got more and more wound up, I just sat there and listened, trying to wait for an opening. That is, until he started really going off the deep end and talking about us fucking others and ending it by throwing my words from twenty years ago in my face: “We’re not for all the time.”

I wanted to tell him that I was in love with him, but he got me rattled. All I could think of was my journal entry when I had ‘given’ him to Cynthia so he wouldn’t know how I felt. I said the word ‘was’ and Mark turned lawyer on me, treating me like a witness he had just crossed up. If Mark had been rational he would have heard the emotion in my voice and realized that I was still in love with him, but he was too far gone. When I tried to tell him he had told me to fuck myself. I was stunned; short of a couple of times when I had been wasted Mark had never spoken in that tone to me.

Before I could get anything out Mark had simply looked me in the eye and told me to leave. I had felt my own anger rising, but seeing the raw pain in my brother’s eyes stopped me from making things even worse. I tried to tell myself he didn’t mean it, that he would calm down and we could talk. I told myself that when we did I would simply tell him how much I loved him, take him in my arms and let him feel how much I did. We would still need to figure some things out but I needed him to at least know he was loved.

Sadly, I never got the chance. He stared out his office window while I sat there crying softly, hoping he would calm down and come back and hold me. No, that was the kind of thought, that made Mark seem right. When he came to me, I would hold him. After several minutes however, without turning around to look at me, Mark asked, “Why are you still here?”He spoke softly, but there was something in his tone that told me it was over. There would be no apologies, no making this right.

Standing up, I let out a sob, and as I did, Mark shook his head disgustedly. On that note, I turned to leave, when it occurred to me that I was going to take his car. Normally, Mark always took me back to the airport, but obviously this time would be different. Taking his keys from my purse, I tossed them on his desk so that he would hear them. When he still didn’t turn around, I felt my temper flare at being dismissed like a child, but I was smart enough to simply turn and storm out of his office.

Now sitting here in the cab it hit me that this had been my own fault, Mark had warned me that something’s were better left unsaid, but I had pushed. I took a deep breath and seeing that we were already at the exit for my parent’s house I tried to pull myself together. I had no doubt Mom and Dad were both home, and I had no idea how I was going to get past them to go upstairs to my room.

As we pulled up to the house I saw that as I had feared both cars were there. I paid the fare, then stood on the sidewalk for a minute staring at the house. If I went through the front, I might run into Dad. I had no idea how I could look him in the eye right now, knowing what he had seen. Not only that, but knowing that, in his mind, it was over, while in reality, I had just fucked my brother in his office not two hours ago.

This made my heart sink; Mark seemed to think no one would ever find out about us. I disagreed, but even if he was right, and we could pull it off, I would need to tell my parents. I could not lie to them for the rest of my life. Mark, by his own admission, had made this even more difficult by lying to my father. The cat had been out of the bag last year. Had I been around, I would have come clean and admitted that we had been and still were lovers. I would have taken whatever repercussions there were. Who knows? Maybe that would have brought Mark and me close back then. No. I was with Laura, and believed I was in love.

With a sigh I walked along the side of the house. I would take my chances with my mother. I reached the back, and taking a deep breath entered through the back door. Feeling like I was back in my teenage years and sneaking in after curfew, I stood in the small hallway listening at the door that led into the kitchen. I didn’t hear Mom’s small TV going and, opening the door entered the kitchen. To my relief it was empty. Once again, just as when I was teenager, I slipped my heels off and quickly made my way towards the stairs that led upstairs. I didn’t have a car and my parents would never know I was there. I had made it half way to the door when Mom’s voice stopped me cold.

“Megan?”

I didn’t answer right away. I just stopped and let my head slump down, as if I were that teenager who had just gotten caught. I heard Mom coming up behind me and with a resigned sigh, I turned to face her.

“And why are you dressed like that?” Mom asked, looking me up and down. “Well I…”

I had nothing. The events of the day had left me completely drained. I tried to push my exhausted mind to come up with yet another lie to my mother, but the well was empty. I started to try to say something about a date but what came out was a sob as my emotions finally overwhelmed me.

“Come here honey!”

Mom immediately came over, reached up and put her arms around me. Feeling foolish but unable to help myself, I put my head down on her shoulder and started crying, not just the tears that had been trickling on and off since I had left Mark, but full, gut-wrenching sobs. Mom didn’t say a word, just held me and gently rubbed my back.

Even as I continued to let myself go, I could feel that old familiar comfort of my mother’s embrace. In the midst of my despair, I remembered how many years I denied myself this embrace, denied my mother the chance to help her daughter.

My sobs increased as I pictured my brother alone in his office, with no one to be there for him. I knew by now Mark’s rage was gone and that he was as upset as I was. I could feel my brother’s loneliness, as if it were my own, because for years it had been.

When my sobs finally died down, to just the occasional embarrassing hiccup, Mom stepped back from me, and, taking my hand, led me over to the kitchen table.”Sit down and talk to me”

I allowed myself to be led and after I sat down, Mom walked over to the sink. I heard the water, and when she came back, she had a small, wet towel in her hand. Without a word, Mom took my chin in her hand and started wiping off my face. I tried to pull away, but Mom just smiled and told me to stop fidgeting. I stopped moving and closed my eyes as Mom pressed the warm towel to them, gently dabbing at my ruined mascara. As I sat there, letting Mom wash my face like she did when I was a little girl, I felt myself beginning to calm down somewhat. As always, Mom had a way of making even the worst things seem a little better. When she was finished, I opened my eyes.

Smiling, Mom said, “Now there’s my beautiful girl!”

I couldn’t help but smile a little at that, which caused Mom’s smile to widen. She turned and, after tossing the towel in the sink, went over to the fridge. Coming back to the table, Mom handed me a bottle of water and sat down across from me.

“Really, Megan, I don’t know why you cover yourself in that Elvira make up. You’re pale as it is, and it covers up how pretty you really are.”

“Just part of the persona, I guess,” I told her with a shrug. “Megan Decosta, the underground artist, wouldn’t wear pink blush and a pony tail.”

“Well, if you were at a showing, I could see that,” Mom said, nodding. “But today?”

Mom was quiet for a minute as she waited for me to respond. Although I felt a little better my mind was still locked up and I had no idea what I was going to tell her.

“Megan, why are you so upset?” she asked. “And really, why the hell are you dressed like that?” She shook her head. “You didn’t leave the house like that.”

I laughed to myself as this really was becoming a teenage flashback. Leaving Mom’s in a jeans and a t-shirt, only to go to Betty’s and change into something trashy. Looking at Mom and still having nothing, I simply went with a version of the truth.

“I…I had a lunch date.”

“Dressed like that?” Mom asked, pointing at my chest.

Looking down I saw that the top two buttons of my blouse were undone and the red corset plainly visible.

“You must have been expecting it to be a great first date!”

“No, I…” I sighed and let a little more truth come out. “It wasn’t a first date, I… I’ve seen this person before.”

“Before?”

“Yeah,” I hesitated then, picturing my brother said, “I’ve known him for years, and whenever I come up here, if I’m not with someone, we get together.”

“Oh,” Mom said. “So is he a, what do they call it? A friend with benefits?”

Continuing with the half truths I answered.

“More like an old flame.”

“Oh, I see.” She nodded. “Trying to get over Laura?”

I looked at my mother, and for a moment felt a desperate urge to tell her. To simply blurt it out, that I thought I was in love with Mark. Tell her that he loved me and wanted us to be together. As I sat there I could feel the urge growing stronger, the desire to get twenty years worth of lies off of my chest, to ease that guilt, and to maybe even get some help on what the hell to do. Mom was looking at me calmly waiting for me to speak and the urge began to fade. In the end if there was to be no future for my brother and me, which is how it was looking at the moment, why would I want to do that? Go through all of the repercussions for nothing. Still, maybe my mother could help me.

“Mom, what would you do if you loved someone that you shouldn’t?”

Mom looked at me for a moment before answering.

“Well what do you mean by shouldn’t? Are they married?”

“Well no.”

“Well hon, I’m confused,” She began. “If they’re not married, and considering you…”She paused, trying to find the right words. “Since you have no problem with either a man or a woman, I don’t see why else you shouldn’t love someone.”

“I…” It was my turn to try to pick my words. “It’s just complicated, Mom it’s more like who it is, could cause some problems.”

Mom leaned back in the chair and seemed to be thinking. I felt myself getting worried, wondering if in reality, I was all but telling her who it was. No, now I was just being nervous. Mom, nor anyone else, for that matter, would suspect that I was closer than I should be with my brother.

“Before I say anything, I am not sure I understand, I mean you just broke up with Laura not two weeks ago, and now you’re asking me about…”

Mom trailed off, then giving me a slight smile, asked, “Honey, have you been in love with this person all along?”

“I…” I stopped, as I once again felt this conversation could end up being too revealing. But, then again, I was at least getting the chance to talk about it. “I think maybe…” I put my head down. “Yes.”

“So I guess what I said about you seeming as if you were waiting for something was close to the mark after all,” Mom said, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess so.”It’s not Tommy is it?” Mom asked.

“No, of course not!” I exclaimed. “Tommy’s married!”

“Well, you said it’s someone you’re not supposed to be with,” she said, spreading her arms out. “Plus, you said old flame. I mean, the two of you were engaged at one point.”

“It’s not Tommy, it’s,” I sighed. “Someone you don’t know about.”

Mom nodded and went on. “So does this person feel the same way?”

“I…” I swallowed hard as I told myself to end this now, but so badly needed to try to talk about it. “That’s what we tried to talk about over lunch.”

“I see that it didn’t go well.” Mom said. “So he doesn’t feel…”

“Actually ” I cut her off. “They do feel that way; I’m the one who…” I shrugged. “Same old me, I just can’t seem to make it that easy.” I looked at her. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“Ahhh, so at least I know it’s a him now.”

“But there are so many buts” I told her, feeling myself getting worked up again. “It could cause problems, and mostly for him…”

“Does he care?” Mom asked.

“Well… no but…”

“Then why should you?”

I stopped. That answer made it sound so simple. In most situations, it would be the right one, but Mom had no idea who I was talking about.

“Megan have you told him you love him?”

“Sort of,” I said softly. “That’s how the fight started. I just can’t…”"But you do.”

“Yes.” I nodded as much to myself as to her. “I do but…”

“You say that word a lot” she laughed. “Funny how years ago you were so impulsive, now you play it so safe.”

“I…”

I frowned. I did not see myself as a safe type of person. Then again, I had to admit that once more, Mom was right. Program had taught me to be careful, to think everything through, lest I put myself in a bad situation. I was safe, and my brother, who had spent his entire life planning and scheming six moves in advance, had thrown caution to the wind.

“Megan listen,” Mom cut into my thoughts. “I don’t have a lot of experience myself with this subject, “Mom leaned forward and gave me a small grin.

“But,” she emphasized the word causing me to roll my eyes, “I’ve seen a lot over the years, and unrequited love is a tough thing.”

“Well, it’s not really unrequited,” I pointed out. “I did kind of…”

“Megan, until you have point blank looked each other in the eye and said ‘I love you’ with no room for interpretation, then it is unrequited, understand?”

As I nodded, I heard my brother’s voice in my head from Saturday night. “Megan, I love you, I love you so much.” The best I had come up with today was ‘Yes’ and ‘I was in love.

“The thing about it, Megan,” Mom continued. “Is that if you never acknowledge that love, then it becomes unfair to a lot of people.”"It’s unfair to the person you truly love, as they will never know it, and it’s unfair to people like Laura.” As she continued, Mom was looking directly into my eyes. “They become casualties, Go-betweens, while you try to give your heart to someone other than who you truly want to give it to.” She pointed at me.

“And of course, hon, it’s unfair to you, as well. You’ll spend your entire life never feeling whole and always wondering what could have been.”

“B…” I caught myself. “What if it doesn’t work, then what?”

“Then you move on At that point, you’ll have gone after your heart’s desire, found out it wasn’t meant to be, and now the next time you meet someone like Laura, you will be open for it to work.”

I was silent as again I heard Mark in my head, this time explaining how he had set Samantha free in order to know once and for all if I was his true love.

“So if I were you Megan, I would tell them how you feel and let all the other stuff work itself out.” Mom smiled. “You’d be surprised how easily things can fall into place when your heart’s where it belongs.”

“Yeah well, I think I lost the chance.” I told her sadly.

“Honey, if you didn’t really say it, then it’s never too late to do that. Trust me no matter how upset you may have made him, hearing those words from you will make it all better.”

I…” I shook my head. “It’s too late for now Mom, it got pretty ugly and,” I put my hands up. “I have to leave at six; I can’t miss the meeting with Walsh.”

Mom frowned, and I had the feeling she did not agree with what I had just said. A moment later she proved me right.

“Money isn’t everything Megan,” she shook her head sadly. “Look at Mark, he put his name on the map the way you’re hoping to be and he’s miserable.”

Reaching across the table she took my hand.

“I know it’s not easy honey, love is the best feeling in the world, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t take work. If you feel you blew it, and need to go back home then go ahead.” She shrugged. “You said this has been going on awhile, maybe there will be another time.”

“I…I don’t think so.” I whispered as I felt the tears start to trickle from my eyes again. “He… pushed me for an answer Mom and I…”

I stopped as I knew if I kept going the sobs would come back. Mom had in essence said everything my brother had, why was I the only one who didn’t get it? Was I that broken? Was Mark right? That I really didn’t know how to be happy? Mom squeezed my hand then standing, came around the table and hugged me from behind. As she did I felt her touch the locket she had given me, reaching up I held her hand to it, pressing my own over it.

“I love you Mom.” I said softly.

“I love you too Megan.” Mom said in my ear. “Listen honey, things didn’t go well today, but you never know what can happen. For now though things are what they are. You’re upset and exhausted.” Mom turned her head and kissed me on the cheek.

“It’s only three, why don’t you go upstairs and lie down for a couple of hours. I’ll get you up at five.”

“Okay.” I doubted I would sleep, but a couple of hours alone would hopefully help me get myself together. After all I had a name to make for myself. I felt the tears flow more as I heard Mark’s last remark; “Go take care of yourself; it’s what you do best.”

Mom let go of me and I slowly stood up to head upstairs. As I passed Mom, she asked;

“What time is Mark picking you up for the airport?”

“He’s not.” I said quietly

“Really? He always does.”

“Yeah well he’s kind of busy, tying things up at work.” I sighed. “I…I was hoping you guys would take me.”

“Of course we will honey.” Mom frowned. “You know you said yesterday you had a fight with Mark, things okay with you two?”

I nodded

“Yeah, like I said he’s busy.” I started to walk away and stopped again. “Oh by the way he promised he was going to call you tomorrow and see if you wanted to go to dinner.”

“With no prompting from his big sister of course!” Mom laughed.

“Of course not.” I said giving her a pathetic attempt at a smile and hoping Mark would follow through on his promise that he would.

“Yeah well I won’t hold my breath.” Mom said then reaching up and wiping the tears from my cheek said;

“Go get some rest honey.”

I entered my old bedroom and noticed that Mom had picked up after me. All the clothes I had tossed around had been washed, folded and put into my suitcase, which was sitting open on the foot of the bed. I dropped my heels on the bed next to the suitcase, and then quickly peeled out of the corset and mini skirt.

As I took the corset off, I looked in the mirror, and shook my head at the silver chain running across my tits and down and around my waist. It had been a nice surprise for a little while, anyway. I fumbled with the clasps, my trembling fingers causing me to make several attempts, and removing the chain walked over to put it into the small compartment built into the top of the suitcase. The room was not as hot as it had been, and reaching into the suitcase I pulled out a plain black t-shirt.

I closed the suitcase, put it on the floor, and closed the blinds so I could lie down. I probably wouldn’t sleep, but at least I might rest. I went to pull the covers down, and I froze. The journal was on my pillow. There was a note attached, a post-it from Mom. I switched on the lamp so I could read it.

Megan, found this on the floor and wasn’t sure if you wanted it or not. If not just toss it back in the box.

Toss it was exactly what I wanted to do, but right in the trash where it couldn’t be found. With my luck, Mom would take that box to a church bizarre, and some Latin student would find it and get his rocks off.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I put the top half on the nightstand. It hadn’t all been bad; there were some sweet memories in there. I found myself thinking of my entry about that rainy Saturday morning when my brother and I had felt more between us. All those years, had they been wasted? Or would we have ended up doing more harm to each other than good back then?

Shaking my head, I picked up the second half of the journal. My intention was to put it on the nightstand as well. Instead, I held onto it and caught myself staring at the black ribbon marking my last entries. I wrote most of it while in New York and had finished it while staying at Mark’s and my parents before entering rehab for the last time.

I started a new journal in rehab, and had vowed to never read about those dark days again. In fact, had I known this book was still floating around, when I got out; I would have burned it in a ceremony to rid myself of it and those painful memories.

I started to put it down, but, as if it had a will of its own, my arm stopped. I thought back to earlier, when Mark made that ‘big girl’ crack. I had taken him up on it and gotten a lot more than I had bargained for. The ‘be careful of what you wish for’, expression at its finest. As I continued to stare at the half of a book in my hand, my heart started to pound. I had gotten in my brother’s face and yelled at him about how I was no longer that weak, needy person anymore, that I could handle both my past and my present.

Still, did I need this? There was nothing but heartache in those pages, the culmination of ten years of addiction, when things had gotten so bad that it caused my brother and me to turn on each other. There was no reason to do this to myself.

Yet my arm still moved no farther. I narrowed my eyes. There was something more there, something I had forgotten, and that had a connection to the present. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what I did remember from those entries. I saw my brother over me, a look of tenderness on his face. As before, the image came and went before my tired mind could latch onto it Opening my eyes, I stared at the journal. Like a train wreck, I knew I shouldn’t want to see it, but I had to look.

I shook my head. What would Mark do?

“Fuck it,” I whispered.

After all, it’s not like I could feel much worse than I already did.

Reaching back I propped up the pillow and, leaning against it, I pulled my knees up like I used to do when I was a kid. Resting the book on my thighs, I took a deep breath and took the plunge into my last days of addiction.

Dark Days Part one.

I awoke slowly, and as my eyes opened I found myself staring at an old wall with badly peeling wallpaper. Beneath the ugly yellow paper was an even uglier cracked and water-stained wall. Lying there, I tried to focus through the dull ache in my head and remember where I was. This was certainly a far cry from the beautiful bedroom in the East side apartment Tommy and I had been living in the last four months. I was lying on my back, and propping myself up on my elbows, looked around the room. All the walls were a mess and there was one window that was covered with threadbare curtains. I winced at both the light streaming through the curtains and how dry my throat was as I swallowed. Sitting up straight I glanced over the bed and saw that I was only lying on a mattress.

On the floor next to me was a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a half empty bottle of Budweiser. I saw my clothes in a pile near the end of the bed, and, realizing I was topless and a little chilly, I leaned over to grab the blue blouse on top of the pile.

As I did, I felt movement next to me and with a start; I noticed I was not in bed alone. I closed my eyes before I looked over, hoping to hell it wasn’t a guy. I was engaged after all. Turning my head, I opened my eyes and saw I was in bed with a young, pretty blond who my hazy mind recognized as Amber.

Well, that told me where I was, anyway. Amber was the younger sister of Jake Harris, a small-time dealer and notorious party hound. As I looked at Amber, I shook my head, I had just turned thirty-one and she had graduated high school not more than a few weeks ago. I slid the blouse on and found myself hoping that I hadn’t actually fooled around with her; maybe we had just slept together, as I was sure there were several guys spread out around the apartment outside of the room we were in.

Bringing my right hand to my face, I sniffed my fingers. I sighed softly at the sweet smell of her pussy and quickly removed my hand before I got myself worked up again.

I should be ashamed of myself; this girl was barely an adult. On that note, all thoughts of sex left my mind as it hit me that Amber wasn’t the only thing I should be ashamed of.

Reaching down to the floor, I grabbed the cigarettes and, after lighting one, felt Amber stir next to me. I looked over to see that she had rolled over onto her back. As she did, the sheet pulled away from her and I found myself staring at her perfect little perky tits, with their adorable pink nipples. I quickly shifted my eyes from her soft, young flesh to her face.

Amber opened her eyes. I winced at how bloodshot her normally beautiful green eyes were. Her skin was pasty white and she was sweating. She turned her head slightly to me and mumbled, “I don’t feel good.”

I pulled the sheet up over her tits, and, after gently rubbing the back of my hand across her cheek, I whispered to her, “Go back to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

She attempted smile and closed her eyes. I caressed her cheek until I could tell by her breathing that she had gone back to sleep. I finished the cigarette, then got up and slipped on the black panties and short black skirt I had worn last night, and, grabbing my heels and purse, I quietly left the room.

My head pounded as I slowly made my way through the living room. Jake and two guys I didn’t know were passed out on the couch and the floor. I went into the small bathroom, and, after going, I stood at the sink and looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My eyes were as red as Amber’s, and I saw with dismay that my nose was running. I sniffed and felt an all too familiar burning in my nostrils. Yeah, Amber really was the least of the sins I had committed last night.

I started to open the door when my stomach convulsed, and I vomited into the sink. I retched several more times before sinking to my knees, my eyes watering and I to tried to catch my breath. Without looking, I reached up and turned the faucet on, letting the water run. After a couple of minutes, I stood up, and, using toilet paper, I washed out the sink as best as I could.

I walked back through the living room. Jake was sitting up on the couch, smoking. He nodded at me as I walked by. Going into the kitchen, I found a glass in the sink that didn’t look too dirty and forced myself to drink some cold water. Reaching into my purse, I took out the purple Daniel Steiger watch that Tommy had bought me for my birthday-and that I had been smart enough to put in my purse- and saw that it was 10am. I frowned. What day was this? Tuesday, it was Tuesday and…

“Shit,” I said softly.

I was supposed to be in work at 9am. Oh, well, too late now. Even if I were to drive there right now, I was a fucking mess and could barely walk, never mind smile and put make up on women all day. Putting the watch on and making my way out into the living room, I saw Jake had pulled the coffee table over to him and was already cutting cocaine into lines on a glass plate. Looking up at me, he smiled. I saw his eyes were bright and knew that he had already snorted a couple of lines.

“Hey Megan, up for some breakfast?”

I looked longingly at the table. I wanted it so bad. It was just what I needed. Hell, if I did a couple of lines and took a shower, I would be good enough to go to work. I knelt down across the table from him. I fumbled in my purse, and to my dismay, I only had fifteen dollars in my wallet. Hell, I’d had over two hundred last night.

“I…I’m kinda broke,” I told Jake.

Jake ran his hand through his long black hair and gave me a smirk. “Well, hey, kiddo, you’re already on your knees.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I…I don’t do that anymore, I have money at home Jake.”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t seen you around in months. How the hell do I know you’ll pay me?”

I shook my head and started to get up.

“Hey, how about the watch?” Jake asked.

“I can’t.” I told him. “It was a….”

“I’ll let you do a couple off of what’s here and give you a little for later.” Jake leaned over to stare at the watch. “My girl would love that.”

“I…” I hesitated.

I couldn’t. What the hell would Tommy think? Of course, I could always tell him I lost it. I frowned as I thought of Tommy. I hadn’t even gone home last night.

As Jake looked at me expectantly, I jumped as the front door opened and Joe, Jake’s roommate, came in.

“Hey, you get smokes?” Jake asked.

“Yup.” Joe reached into a bag and tossed Jake a pack of Marlboro’s then he pulled out a newspaper. “Hey, check this shit out, Megan!”

I looked at the paper and my eyes widened as right there on the front page was a picture of Mark. My brother was standing on the steps of the courthouse, facing a group of reporters who were all pointing microphones at him. Before I could make out the headline, Joe turned the paper to face Jake.

“Look at that!”He laughed. “Fucking Mad Dog hitting the big time!”

“No shit!” Jake said, nodding. “Hell, I remember when his punk ass was bouncing at Babyhead.” He shook his head. “I saw that crazy bastard kick the shit out of three guys at once one night! So what’s it say?”

Joe turned the paper to him and started reading.

“Despite numerous witnesses recanting their testimonies, attorney Mark Phillips not only vows to obtain a conviction, but warns reputed mobster Vincent Dimucci that he has until Friday to accept the AG’s last offer or he will take it off the table for good and pursue a maximum sentence.” Joe laughed. “Fucking Mark!”

Seeing the picture of my brother made me feel lower than I already did. Standing up from the table, I told Jake I had to go.

Jake shrugged, “Don’t be a stranger.”As I left, he added, “And no hard feelings about you thinking my sister’s hotter than me!”

Joe laughed.

I didn’t know what was worse, that I had taken advantage of Jake’s sister, or that he thought it was funny.

I walked outside into the cool September morning and, getting into my car, I drove a couple of miles towards Cranston before pulling over in front of a small playground. My stomach felt nauseous and I needed some air. I also had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do. There were a couple of small benches in front of the currently deserted swings and, getting out of the car, I went and sat down on one of them.

Once I sat, I realized that I had been here several times with Dad. He would always take me to playgrounds alone. It was our special time together. I put my head in my hands and started to cry. Even though I had, up until a week or so ago, been sober for several months, my father barely spoke to me. I had done so much damage in the last few years that he still held it against me.

I didn’t blame him. That day that he stood with me in court because Mark was out of town, and he heard the judge read off the charge of prostitution had been more than he could handle.

Taking my head from my hands, I removed the cigarettes from my purse and lit one. As I took a long, deep drag, I saw the cell phone that Mark got for me, and with a feeling of dread, I took it out.

I had fifteen missed calls and several voice mails. Scrolling through the calls I saw they were mostly from Tommy, starting from yesterday when I was supposed to come home from work, and the last one was at one am. There were also three from my brother, the first at eleven, when Tommy must have called him to say he couldn’t find me. I saw a number from this morning and saw it was work. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I put the phone to my ear to listen to the voicemails. The first few were Tommy, starting with a casual ‘When you coming home?’ and escalating to the final one:

“Megan, honey call me back, it’s…” He paused and I felt the tears start, as I could hear his voice breaking. “It’s okay if you’re well you know…, just please come home Megan, I’m not mad honey, just worried.” He paused again. “Please Megan. You know I’ll always love you.”

The next message was from Mark:

“Megan, you need to call me, sis. Tommy’s worried and so am I.” He sighed into the phone. “Look Meg, Tommy told me you… you haven’t been doing well lately. I know how you get when you fall. You think you hurt us and we’ll be upset.” Mark paused and I pictured how sad he was as he tried to tell me things were okay. “But, it’s okay, so just call me. If you don’t want to go home, you can stay with me. If you need a ride, I’ll come get you, I don’t care where you are or who you’re with, just…” There was another pause before he added quietly, “Please call me, sis.”

As I sat there, crying with the phone to my ear, I listened to the last voicemail. It was Joanne from work:

“I’m sorry, Megan. I know you have problems, but today was the third no-call-no-show in two weeks. I have to let you go.”

I shook my head, fired from a job that most teenage girls could handle. I went to put the phone back in my purse, then stopped. Swallowing hard and doing the best I could to control my voice, I called Mark. I knew he was in court and it would go to voicemail. I left him a brief message, saying that I was okay and would call him later. I didn’t call Tommy. I knew that no matter where he was, he would answer, and I didn’t have it in me to hear the disappointment in his voice. Putting the phone away, I sat back on the bench. That old feeling of guilt was gnawing at me.

After nearly six months of sobriety, last week I succumbed to that huge empty hole in my heart and filled it with the only thing that gave me comfort: drugs and alcohol. After ten years, I knew all too well that that comfort was only temporary, but it was better than suffering constantly. The last few months, everyone had been happy with me, Mark, Tommy, and Mom, all thrilled that I was sober and healthy. They didn’t have to worry about me.

Four months ago, Tommy took me up to his parents’ beach house and proposed to me. Caught off guard, I said yes. I did love Tommy, and God only knew it was a miracle that he loved me after how poorly I had treated him and how many times I had disappointed him.As I thought of Tommy, I looked at the beautiful half karat Marquis on my finger and shook my head in disgust. I shouldn’t be wearing it. I shouldn’t be living with Tommy in his beautiful apartment and letting him take care of me. In my defense, two weeks ago, after I had gone back to cocaine, I tried to give Tommy the ring back.

The shame of it was that I had not just wanted Tommy to take the ring back over the drugs. Since I had become engaged, Mark would not have sex with me. I’d spent a week with him not too long before Tommy proposed, but had not been with him since.

I longed for my brother’s embrace!

This, by far, was the longest we had ever gone, and I needed him badly. I had done my best to behave and not seduce him out of respect for Tommy, but lately, Mark had been all I could think about. Until I picked up my habit again that is. As I thought about Mark, I felt another wave of remorse pass through me. My brother was on the brink of making or breaking his career. The last thing he needed was to worry about his disgrace of a sister.

Two months ago, taking advantage of a loophole in Rhode Island law that allowed a case to be prosecuted by an attorney from the private sector, Mark conned the AG’s office into giving him a case involving a reputed mob hit man. Vincent Dimuccio had been tried twice, and both times, the case was thrown out of court, due to witnesses changing their stories. This was round three, and the AG’s office was ready to drop it. But it was an election year, and they needed to try to save face.

Mark strolled in and told them to let him have it. What did they have to lose? After a lot of negotiation, Mark took lead on the case, and he somehow pulled new witnesses out of thin air. The trial had been getting a lot of attention and my brother a lot of press. But lately, things had been going sour. Once again, people were shying away from their testimonies. Mark had received several death threats. The last time I saw Mark was last week, and he looked completely exhausted. Jim Howard had promised Mark junior partner at the age of thirty if he could pull this off. But if he lost, he would gain the reputation of being a loose cannon who couldn’t back up his claim of being the best attorney in the state.

I felt my eyes filling yet again as I remembered the last time I saw Mark. He was not only tired, but completely frustrated, as well. Up until a few weeks into the case, he’d had a live-in “pet,” as he referred to them. This one, a twenty-year-old journalism major named Kelly, had been with him for three months. My brother claimed she was the best he’d ever had. Unfortunately, Mark was forced to move her out due to the scrutiny of the press and the threats he was receiving. He complained that he hadn’t gotten laid in three weeks, and that he’d barely slept in the same time frame.

And I was sitting there feeling guilty as hell, because two nights before I had come to see him, I had stayed at Jake’s house after doing an entire eight ball. Tommy promised not to say anything to Mark. I felt terrible as my brother commented on how proud he was of me. Once Mark grumbled about needing sex, however, I forgot all about my relapse. I slid over to him on the couch and kissed him long and hard. Mark initially gave in, kissing me back just as hard and shoving his tongue into my eager mouth. I had his jeans unzipped and his hands were on their way under my shirt when he quickly pulled away and told me that we couldn’t.

I started crying. “I need you. I miss you. Not just the sex, but you holding me, and being in your bed.”

Mark looked as upset as I was, but he held fast. “It’s not right. You and Tommy are getting married, and our rule is if one of us is involved, then there wouldn’t be anything between us.”

He did let me lie back against his chest, his arms around my waist, in the corner of the couch, and we fell asleep for a few hours. I woke up first. I felt myself yearning to feel my brother’s embrace every night, to be with him and not Tommy. I knew it could never be, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. That is, until I went out the next night and got falling down drunk. Upon coming home, I tried yet again to give Tommy his ring back.

I sighed as lighting another cigarette, I sat back on the bench and stared off into space, trying to let my mind drift and calm down. I closed my eyes, and suddenly opened them again as something dawned on me.

As Mark had put it in his message, I had fallen again.

The difference this time, however, was that with crystal clarity, I realized that I did not want to get back up.

As a matter of fact, it occurred to me that I had never wanted to get back up, at least not for me. I always tried to stay clean for the people who cared for me. When I was sober, they were happy. Yet while they were happy, I was miserable. If left to my own devices, I would simply keep using, keep numbing the pain. On the heels of that thought came another — each time I did straighten out, it caused more pain when I failed. In fact, by continuing to try, I was really hurting everyone around me more. Getting their hopes up, making them think that maybe this time, Megan would really be okay.

I began to nod my head, agreeing with this new found clarity that I had stumbled upon I was completely miserable right now. I was living a lie with a man who loved me who I was not in love with. The man that I kept refusing to fully acknowledge that I was in love with was the one man I could never be with. My father had all but disowned me. I had broken my mother’s heart more times than I could count, and it was only a matter of time before she found out that her loser of a daughter was fucked up again.

In the past, their hurt had forced me to try to do better, but now I knew I had been wrong. The right thing to do would be to stop trying and get it over with. Sure, I would cause one more round of pain, but it would be the last one.

One deep cut, rather than a thousand small ones.

Matter of fact, I could make it so there was no pain at all. Mark, Tommy, and Mom all claimed they would never give up on me. But what if I could make them?

I felt a pang of sadness as I knew there was nothing I could possibly do to Mom that could make her hate me. I also would not have the heart to even try to hurt the woman who had saved my life. Well, maybe not saved it, but prolonged it and gave me as many good years as she could before my inherent weakness and darkness caught up with me. No, sad to say, Mom would have to deal with one more blow to her heart, courtesy of her unworthy daughter.

Moving on, Tommy had claimed he would never quit on me, but I had no doubt I could come up with something. No sooner had that thought passed through my mind, then it struck me that it wouldn’t be that hard at all. The way to do it had been put right in front of me.

I lit yet another cigarette and began rocking back and forth as a sick form of excitement at my potential freedom built up within me.

That would just leave Mark. My excitement started to fade. How could I possibly turn my brother against me? Over the last ten years, I had put Mark through hell and almost gotten him killed defending me at the Wolves’ Den. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and again let my fevered mind drift, hoping to again catch a glimpse of what I should do.

I was not disappointed. Mark and I were both broken and, for the most part, in the same way. The one glaring difference, was that I was weak and self-destructive, letting my sorrow lead me to a life of addiction and humiliation. Mark, on the other hand, was purely destructive. My brother harbored a level of rage that was as unnatural as it was unhealthy. Even with the voice out of the picture, my brother was capable of extremely erratic behavior.

Yes, the time was now. Mark was battling insomnia, fighting for his career in a case he was expected to lose, and worried about his sister, who he now knew had failed again. I could do it. I could push him so far that he would snap tell me he was sick of me, that I was a disgrace. I would continue to egg him on. Hell, I could even get him to fuck me nice and hard first!

After all, I thought, as a slow smile spread across my face, it’s not like after tonight I would be engaged anymore. I laughed out loud at that last thought. I would take my beautiful little brother for one last wild ride, before he finally cut me loose like the anchor I was.

For once in my selfish life I was going to do everyone else a favor, and make so they would never have to worry about me again.

Flicking the cigarette away from me, I grabbed the phone from my purse and dialed Jake’s number.

“Hey Jake, its Megan. Still want that watch?”

I felt better than I had in weeks.

***** I stood in the shower, letting the hot water beat down on my back and enjoying the warm, steamy air. The shower was huge and, looking down, I saw that black marble bathtub was two-thirds full. Shutting the shower off, I turned the faucets on full blast to add some cold water before sitting down and stretching my legs. I lay back in the warm soapy water, put my feet up on the edge of the tub, and slid down as far as I could. I sighed contentedly, I would miss this tub.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I was within hours of breaking Tommy’s heart once and for all, and I felt amazingly relaxed. It was the best thing for him. Tommy would be free to find a nice girl who would appreciate him and treat him the way he deserved.

Then again, my state of relaxation might have a little to do with the pint of Captain Morgan I had been steadily sipping for the last hour. I reached over the edge of the tub, picked up the bottle, and drank the last few swallows. I sighed again as the liquor blazed a warm, happy trail through my body.

Considering how upset I was when it started, today had been a pretty good day. I traded the watch for a gram bag at Jake’s, and, after doing a couple of lines, I decided that I was feeling so good that I wanted to feel real good!

I went back to the bedroom where Amber was still sleeping, and, after stripping off my clothes, I woke her up with my tongue on her right nipple and my fingers sliding into her deliciously tight, young pussy. Amber moaned as my thumb found her clit, then, a moment later, I swung my leg over her head, putting us into a perfect sixty-nine, and we were both moaning. Amber had very little experience, and I made her cum twice before she managed to send me over the edge with her unskilled, but oh, so eager tongue.

Afterwards, I removed the small mirror from my purse and shared the rest of the coke with her. I was going to get dressed when Amber giggled. “I want to play some more,” she said.

Well, I couldn’t resist her pretty little pout, so we spent another hour, licking, fingering, sucking and teasing each other’s pussies. Amber released the cutest little squeal when she came. I also loved the shocked look on her face when the last time I came, I threw my head back and practically howled, as between her fingers and the coke, I went off like a rocket.

After dressing and leaving Jake’s, I saw that Mark had called, so I called him back. I could hear the relief in his voice change to concern as I giggled into the phone at practically everything he said. At the end of the call I agreed to meet him for coffee at the shop across from his firm, then went back home.

Tommy was there as I knew he would be, he had called out of work, not wanting to miss me when I came home. The first thing he did was try to tell me things would be okay.

I laughed, “Of course they will!” Much sooner than he thought.

He shook his head and pretty much left me alone as I flitted about the house, wired for sound. After I came down some, he tried to talk to me again. “Maybe you should go talk to your sponsor.”

“Tommy, I’m fine. It was just a slip up.” Then, remembering my plan, I asked, “Where’s Brendan?” Brendan was a friend of Tommy’s who was recently separated from his wife and was staying with us for awhile.

“He’s at work. He gets home around eight.” He went on to say something about not being disappointed in me, but I was no longer paying attention.

All I needed to know was that Brendan would be around later.

After all, he was the way I was going to get Tommy get rid of me.

I took a nap, and was admittedly a little disappointed that Tommy didn’t want to come fool around with me. Then again, he didn’t know that he only had maybe one more go around with my pretty little pussy before I left.

I got up, showered, and went to see Mark. On the way, I stopped at a pub and did a couple of quick shots. Then I met Mark at the coffee shop.

I felt the first sting of guilt that I had all day when I saw the look on my brother’s face after he hugged me. I kissed him so that he would be sure to smell the booze on my breath. We sat at a corner table and drank coffee. I noticed how worn down Mark looked. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles beneath them. While Mark awkwardly tried to keep the conversation away from my latest fall from grace, I noticed that his hand was shaking, and he was chain smoking. Back in the day, all my brother would have needed was a night in his big sister’s bed to make everything okay.

Part of me wanted to offer, but in addition to knowing Mark would say no, I didn’t want him to remember me for anything good right now.

Finally,he sighed and asked, “So what happened?”

Smiling, I answered, “I’m happier this way.”

“You want me to take you to a meeting?” he asked.

“You didn’t hear me did you?” I asked.

“Mom was asking about you today.”

My twinge of regret quickly turned into a flash of anger. Mark had tossed that out there on purpose. “Stop trying to make me feel bad.”

“Keep your damn voice down.” He whispered looking around the shop.

But I just got louder. “Are you ashamed of me?”

Mark shook his head, and rather than argue, simply put his head down.

I almost forgot myself for a moment and caught my hand reaching for his across the table. I stopped and, after a few minutes of awkward silence, changed the subject. “I saw this morning’s paper. How’s the case going?”

With a groan, he confessed, “Well, I’m talking tough, but the damn thing’s falling apart. Dimuccio’s ex is my ace-in-the-hole, but now she’s hedging. I can force her to testify, but it’s not looking good. Everyone’s afraid of Dimuccio and his connections.”

I joked, “My little brother’s not afraid of anyone.”

He quickly replied, “I’ve received over a dozen death threats. I’m carrying a .25 caliber Beretta in an ankle holster right now.”

I wasn’t laughing then. I felt my resolve waver as I realized how deep the shit my brother had gotten himself into really was. That feeling didn’t last long, though.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said. “All that matters is you right now.”

In a nutshell, this was exactly what I was trying to free my brother of, the constant burden of his sister.

Mark’s phone rang for the tenth time since we had been sitting. He rolled his eyes and answered it. Within a minute, he was all but yelling at whoever was on the other end. “If you don’t come through, I will bring you down with me!”His eyes were bulging dangerously, and when he hung up, he put his head in his hands and rubbed at his red rimmed eyes.

I nodded to myself. My brother would be ripe for the taking tomorrow.

“Well,” I said, “I have to get going. I don’t want to get Tommy worried again. I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

Mark nodded. “There’s no court tomorrow. I asked for a continuance so I could hunt down another potential witness that’s been calling me.”

Hearing that Mark would be at his office tomorrow gave me an idea. This would end up being easier than I thought. I gave Mark a kiss on the cheek, and somehow held onto my aura of not caring, even as my brother hugged me to him and whispered in my ear, “Please take care of yourself. I need you.”

But Mark only thought he needed me. He would soon see how much better off he was without me.

I sat up with a start as I heard a bang. I had dozed off and had dropped the empty liquor bottle onto the floor. Getting up out of the tub, I dried off and slipped on a black thong and the short red robe wandered out into the living room where Tommy and Brendan were watching the Sox game.

I smiled as I walked slowly past Brendan His eyes locked onto my long, shapely legs. I stopped in front of him and, turning to face Tommy, I asked him if he wanted anything. Brendan was sitting on the couch opposite Tommy. Since I was standing between them, I had no doubt that Brendan was looking directly at me.

The reason I knew that was because since he had come to stay with us, all Brendan did was stare at me. He never flirted, or said or did anything inappropriate. But they were more than casual glances. Last week, I was lying on the couch in shorts and a tight tank top, and Brendan had been sitting across from me. I dozed off, and when I woke, I caught him staring. The look in his eyes was pure lust. I remembered thinking that if I gave him a chance, he would probably take it.

Tommy said he was all set but noticed that he also looked my legs up and down, but then gave me an odd look. I sat down next to him, crossed my legs, and gave Brendan a great view of my creamy upper thigh.

For the next hour, I sat there, feigning interest in the game. All the while, I shifted my position on the couch and fidgeted to keep catching Brendan’s attention. At one point, the phone rang, and when Tommy got up to answer it, I sat back on the couch, put my feet up on the cushion, and I casually let my legs open.

Brendan’s eyes bulged. He stared at the thin strip of my black thong. I cleared my throat, and when his eyes immediately looked up, I winked at him. He blushed furiously, and, as soon as Tommy returned, he disappeared to the bathroom. When he sat next to me Tommy remarked that I should really be wearing more. I laughed and kissing him told him jealousy was an ugly emotion.

Brendan came back, and I began making a show of hanging all over Tommy, even sliding up and sitting in his lap, my long legs dangling over his. My robe hiked up near my hips. Tommy was getting aggravated. Finally announced he was going to bed. I told him I wanted to stay up to finish the game, but leaning over Tommy told me to just come to bed. I playfully flicked my tongue across his ear and whispering ‘yes sir!’ hopped up and followed him into the bedroom. I let Tommy get a few feet in front of me, then, glancing over my shoulder and seeing Brendan looking, I flipped my robe up, giving him a glimpse of my ass.

Tommy entered the bedroom and I told him I would be right in. I went into the bathroom and reached up on top of the medicine cabinet and grabbed the small packet of coke I had put up there a couple of days ago, Taking a razor blade from under the sink, I cut the coke on the edge of the sink and did three lines in rapid succession. I shook my head at the rush, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror before going to say goodbye to Tommy.

When I entered the room, Tommy was lying on his back under the covers, his eyes closed. Stripping off the robe and thong, I lifted the covers to crawl in. He was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms, a clear signal that he did not want to play. But I knew I could change his mind. Sliding in next to him, I leaned over and began tonguing his nipple.

He groaned, “Not tonight. Go to sleep.”

Ignoring him, I swirled my tongue around faster and, sliding my hand down his stomach, I grabbed his semi-hard cock through his pants. I started sliding my tongue down his chest, heading for his stomach.

Looking up at him, I let in some of my emotions from earlier. I put out my lip and felt my eyes well up with the crocodile tears that had served me so well over the years. I choked out, ” I knew it. You’re ashamed of me. You don’t want to be with me.” With that, I rolled over onto my side and waited, stifling a giggle.

As I knew he would, Tommy put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, “I would never be ashamed of you. I love you.”

I shrugged against him, then let out a soft sigh as he moved my hair to the side and began kissing my neck. His lips roamed from my neck to my shoulder, then, grabbing my arm, he gently rolled me over onto my back. He kissed me slowly and sweetly, his soft lips teasing across mine, and I felt my heart beating fast, and my pussy beginning to respond. I let out a contented sigh as his lips left mine and trailed down to find my left nipple. I began to run my hands across his back as he sucked on my nipple and fondled the other.

I gave him a push on his shoulders, and, taking the hint; Tommy slid down between my legs, spread my pussy, and started slowly swirling his tongue around my swollen clit. I moaned softly as he slipped two fingers inside of me while sucking my clit into his mouth. I rocked my hips gently into his face, and brought my hands up to tease my hard, pink nipples. As it always did, the cocaine heightened every sensation, and within minutes, I arched my back, wrapped my thighs around his head, and let out a loud squeal as I came for my fiancée for the final time.

Tommy stood up, slipped his pants off, and climbed back onto the bed. He slid up between my legs and slowly eased himself into my warm, wet flesh. I moaned as he began slowly thrusting his hips into me while bending his head to tease my nipple with his tongue. Tommy then slid his arms under mine, drawing us close together as he continued to move in a slow steady rhythm. His lips found mine, and he moaned in his throat as we kissed.

As he had countless times in the past, Tommy was trying to make love to me.

I let him go for longer than I usually did, figuring it was the least I could do. After a few minutes, however, I pushed against his shoulders and whispered to him. “My turn.”

He hesitated. I knew he was happy with what we were doing, but, as always, he let me take over.

Tommy let me roll him over onto his back, and I immediately slid down between his legs and took him into my mouth. I groaned at how good my pussy tasted off of his hard flesh. I took his cock all the way down in my throat and held it there, taking a minute to savor my last taste of us. I started bobbing my head in a slow, steady rhythm, enjoying the little moans He made as I worked the length of his cock with my soft, full lips. I removed his cock from my mouth, and, sliding up, I straddled his hips. We both sighed as I guided his cock to my pussy and eased him into me. I groaned as I sat up straight on him, impaling myself on his cock. I started rocking my hips, slowly at first, but after a couple of minutes, I leaned forward, braced my hands on his chest, and started bouncing up and down on him. His breathing started coming in gasps as I rode him faster and harder, driving myself on and off of his hard cock.

I leaned over further, letting my small, well-shaped tits dangle in his face, teasing my nipples across his lips as I continued to buck up and down on him. Tommy groaned, and, grabbing my hips, he began driving his cock hard into me. Within seconds, I felt his cock explode inside of me, and I resumed sliding slowly back and forth, enjoying the feel of his cock painting the inside of my pussy with his hot cum. Leaning over, I gave him a sweet kiss and lay down on top of him for a while. I closed my eyes and felt my eyes well up for real this time as I let him hold me one last time.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” I rolled over onto my side. Tommy put his arm around my waist for a few minutes, but, as was his habit, he eventually rolled over onto his back.

I waited until I could tell by his breathing that he was asleep, then carefully slid out of the bed. I slipped the robe back on, and, leaning over the nightstand, I set the alarm for ten minutes from now. Looking down at Tommy, I bent down and risked giving him a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I whispered.

I quickly left the room and walked out into the parlor. Brendan had shut the light off, but was still watching TV.

He looked up as I came in. “Can’t sleep?” he asked.

Without a word, I walked over in front of the couch and untied the robe, letting it drop to the floor.

Brendan gasped but made no effort to look away from my naked body.

I smiled at him. “Do you like what you see?”

He finally looked away. “I can’t,” he said, “Tommy’s my friend.”

“What Tommy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Reaching down, I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged on it.

Brendan hesitated for just a moment, then raised his hands over his head. After tossing his shirt to the side, I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into my right tit. He eagerly sucked almost my entire tit into his mouth as his arms encircled my waist and gave my ass a hard squeeze.

Shoving him back against the couch, I dropped to my knees, and, after pulling his pants off, I grabbed his cock and in one smooth motion, took it all the way down my throat. Brendan moaned loudly as I started sucking him fast and hard.

As I was blowing him, sucking on my second cock of the night, I found myself recalling my days at the strip clubs. Blowing guys for drugs and doing it as if it meant nothing. There was nothing in me that wanted him. He was just a means to an end.

He was moaning like an idiot and I could already feel his thighs trembling. I slid his cock from between my lips and, glancing over at the clock, saw I still had five minutes. At this rate, Brendan would cum too soon.

Standing up, I placed my hands on his shoulders and, after putting my feet on the couch one at a time, stood up on it. I placed my right foot on his shoulder and leaned forward, shoving my pussy into his face. Brendan immediately began licking my pussy, his tongue moving with almost a hint of desperation, he wanted it so bad. I let out a moan as I thought of what a nasty girl I was, having my clit sucked by two guys in less than a half hour.

I also had the passing thought, as he reached around and grabbed my ass, that this was supposedly Tommy’s best friend.

Then again, I was supposedly his fiancée.

I looked over and saw that it was almost time. I crawled off Brendan, got on my knees, and, lowering my head to rest on my folded arms, I lifted my ass in the air. He got on his knees behind me, grabbed my hips, stopped. And whispered, “I…I don’t have anything.”

“I’m on the pill, now just hurry up and fuck me!” I snapped.

Brendan didn’t have to be told twice. I put my head down and let out a muffled squeal as he drove his cock hard into me. He started fucking me fast and hard, but within a minute, he started to slow way down, trying not to cum quickly. I rolled my eyes, hoping to hell this loser could last longer than a teenager.

I put my head down to muffle my moans as he continued to fuck me. I heard Brendan begin to breathe harder, and his moans were sounding desperate.

I had just begun to wonder if I was going to have to let him cum and start sucking him again when Brendan gasped again.

This time, however, I heard him exclaim, “Oh shit!”

I looked up to see Tommy standing in the doorway, staring, dumbfounded at us. I felt Brendan slide his cock from inside of me.

“T..Tommy, I…” he blurted out. “She came onto to me, I…”

“Megan,” Tommy whispered, staring into my eyes. “H…how could you?”

Even as he spoke, I could see the tears beginning to flow from his eyes. Without missing a beat, I smiled broadly at him and said, “Oh come on Tommy! Don’t be mad!” I waggled my tongue at him provocatively. “My mouth’s all yours, baby!”

Tommy started to say something, and then, backing away, he quickly turned and all but ran from the room. I heard the door slam shut and found myself unable to believe how easy that was. I heard Brendan say something behind me.

I looked back over my shoulder at him. “Well, you going to finish or what?”

*****

“That’ll be your fourth Captain and Coke in an hour,” the bartender said as he frowned at me. “Not to mention two shots of tequila.”

But I didn’t give a shit about any bar policies they might have at Finnegan’s Wake. I was on a mission. “I appreciate the concern,” I said, “but I’m not driving. A friend of mine’s coming and I’m just getting a head start.” Then I flashed him my best smile.

He nodded and went to get it. What the fuck should he care, anyway? I gave him a five dollar tip after each round. I couldn’t see his problem with me sticking around.

I glanced at my wrist to check the time. Then I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have a watch anymore. Jake’s girlfriend had my watch. I hoped she was enjoying it. I pulled out my cell for the time.

Then my eyes drifted from my bare wrist down to my equally bare left hand. The bartender brought me the drink and after paying him, I took a sip and sighed as I thought of the events of the morning.

After Brendan finished fucking me, he packed his shit while I sat on the couch and smoked a cigarette. He came out with two duffel bags and said, “Figure I better leave.”

“Okay.” I blew smoke up into the air.

He hesitated. “I’m going to stay at a motel for a couple of nights until I figure something out?” he paused and with what I’m sure he thought was a sexy smile asked, “You wanna come along?”

I continued smoking. “Not for nothing, Brendan, but I could have had more fun by myself. No wonder your wife kicked you out.”

“Fucking cunt,” he grunted, and he left.

I did feel kind of bad. After all, my little game cost him his best friend, and who knew where he was going to stay? Then again, I sure as hell didn’t twist his arm. He did very little to resist. Besides, last thing I needed was someone with a crush on me, I was trying to get rid of people in my life, not add them. I sat on the couch and, looking over at a picture of Tommy and me, I allowed myself to shed some tears for a man who had never done anything but care about me. Eventually, I fell asleep. I woke to Tommy’s saying my name. I opened my eyes and regarded him silently, waiting to see what he would say. Tommy sat down next to me, and I felt a twinge of anxiety at the look of sadness on his face.

I hoped to hell he wasn’t going to try to forgive me. Then what the hell would I do? Turned out I had nothing to worry about. He looked me straight in the eye and said, “It’s time for you to leave. I can deal with supporting you with your problems and the baggage from your past, but I won’t be humiliated like that.”

I put my head down and nodded sadly.

“I can’t tell you did that to me, how you could be that cruel, and being strung out is no excuse!” He stood up. “I’m going to work; I’d like you gone before I come back.”

Before he walked away, I slid the diamond off of my finger and tried to give it to him.

Tommy looked at it and grunted, “You keep it. Go pawn it like you did the watch.” Turning his back on me, he walked away, muttering, “Goodbye Megan. I hope you learn how to be happy someday.”

I went and sat on the deck until Tommy left for work. Then, after taking a shower, I dressed in a very short red skirt, with a low-cut black shirt, and a pair of red stiletto heels. I packed up my clothes, my makeup and jewelry.

As I left, I glanced into the extra room that I had set up with an easel and did my painting in. I thought about packing up the paints, but why bother? I couldn’t paint when I was fucked up, and I planned on being that way from now until my body couldn’t handle it anymore.

On that note, partying cost money. It was time to see what I could scrape up.

It was payday at Sears, so I went down and grabbed my last paycheck. I shook my head in disgust as I looked at it, less than four hundred after taxes. I was thirty-one years old and making twelve dollars an hour. Hell, back in New York a couple of years ago, I was getting a hundred dollars an hour as a dominatrix at a high-end strip club. Never mind how much they paid me for private sessions. There were weeks when I made over two thousand dollars.

Yet somehow, I still managed to blow it all on, well, on blow.

That reminded me. The time was after twelve. I had a small address book in my purse, I kept telling myself to throw it out, but never did, and I looked up Julie, a girl I had lived with for a few months the last time I was in New York. Julie and I had partied together, as well as shared a bed, during that time, and she was thrilled to hear from me. I told her that I was getting tired of walking the straight and narrow and wanted to come back up for some real fun. Julie said she had an extra room then giggled as I asked her why I would need my own room. I wrote down her address and told her I would be up within a couple of days.

After cashing my check, I cleared out my meager savings, account; a whopping seven hundred dollars then headed over to the pawn shop on Broad Street where I got four hundred dollars for pawning my engagement ring, and a diamond pendant Tommy had bought me for my thirtieth birthday. I had several other pieces of decent jewelry but figured I would save them for when I would need money up in New York. I started to feel bad about selling the ring, but shrugged it off. Tommy said to do it. Why make a liar out of him? I smiled at that thought. I was already enjoying my new found freedom. Well, I wasn’t free yet; there was still Mark to deal with.

Mark’s being at the office today was going to make things even easier for me to get him to rid himself of me. I was already dressed slutty, all that remained was to chill out at a bar for awhile and get myself good and buzzed. I finished the drink and called over to the bartender to bring me one more shot. I salted my hand, licked it, and threw back the shot. I put a ten on the counter, and slowly made my way out of the bar.

I got into the car and drove carefully through downtown until I reached the building where Mark’s firm was. Parking down the street, I walked the last block, enjoying the looks of all the guys I passed. I entered Mark’s building and took the elevator up to his floor. Getting off, I made my way down to the suite of offices where my brother worked.

I walked past the receptionist, who started to say something, but stopped when I saw my brother standing in the conference room doorway and I loudly called his name. Mark was standing with Jim Howard, the head of his firm, and two other men in suits.

My timing couldn’t be better!

Mark didn’t hear me and as I drew closer.

I could hear one of the men, a guy with grey hair wearing a black suit, yelling, “I knew this would happen! I should have never listened to you! You’re out of your league!”

My brother put his hands out and told him, “All I need is a few more days and I’ll nail this.”

The man shook his head. “I’ve looked bad long enough!”

I saw Mark start to talk, but Jim got in front of him and started talking softly to the guy, his hands up in a placating gesture. As he spoke Mark, stepped back and started to speak with the other man who had been standing there.

Taking a deep breath, I started walking towards them and called out, “Hey, Mark!”

They all turned to look at me. I gave a big smile and wave, even though I was only a few feet away from them. One of the men’s eyes dropped down to my long legs, but Jim and the guy who had been yelling at Mark simply stared at me. I let my eyes focus on Mark and saw his eyes widen as I approached. I knew that he could tell I was drunk and an ‘oh shit’ look appeared on his face. I walked past the guy who had been yelling and, reaching Mark, I threw my arms around his shoulders and gave him a huge wet kiss on his cheek.

“Surprise!” I exclaimed.

“Megan,” Mark whispered. “What the hell are you…”

“I came to see you!” I said, still standing with my arm around his neck.

“Sis, please,” he said softly. “You can’t…”

The guy in the black suit asked, “And who exactly do we have here, Mark? One of your little playmates?”

“No, Barry,” Mark said quietly. “This is my sister Megan.”

“Your sister?” Barry asked, looking me up and down.

“Yup!” I said, giving him a huge smile. “See the resemblance?” I pressed my cheek to Mark’s face.

Mark quickly pulled away from me. I turned to look at him and he said quietly in Latin, “Get out Megan! Please!”

The other man laughed and said, “I do actually, but I have to say you’re much prettier.”

Barry shook his head, and I saw Jim behind him pointing at Mark, then at me.

“Well, Megan,” Barry said my name with disdain. “Your brother is a little busy at the moment. We are discussing…”

“You weren’t discussing,” I said, shaking my head. “You were yelling.” I now nodded sadly. “Yelling at my brother.” I made a clucking sound with my tongue. “Not very nice, Barry.”

“I…” Barry looked at my brother. “Mr. Phillips, do you think you could have this little family reunion on your time?”

As Barry spoke, I stared hard at him. I had seen him somewhere before. Mark was uncharacteristically stammering, but I didn’t hear. I was trying to think. Then it dawned on me where I had seen good ole Barry.

Oh, this was just getting better by the minute!

“Hey! I know you!” I said, tapping Barry on the chest. “I’ve seen you before.”

“I’m the attorney general dear,” Barry said condescendingly. “I’m sure you’ve seen me on the news.”

“I know who you are,” I said, smirking. “I voted for the other guy,” I laughed. “So did Mark.”

“Megan!” Mark snapped.

“Well…” Barry began, but I cut him off.

“Nope, I know where I’ve seen you.” I winked at him. “Down at Mario’s, you used to come in through the back, and stay in the VIP room!”

“I…I don’t go to those places, young lady, I think you…”

“Oh, no, I don’t forget a face.” I smiled. “See, I worked there for a couple of months and saw you a few times.” Stepping away from my brother, I did a playful spin. “You don’t recognize me?”

“I’m telling you…”

“Well, I guess you wouldn’t. I mean, I’m wearing clothes now, and I’m sure you weren’t looking at my face.”

“Mark, do something,” Jim snapped.

“Megan, I need to talk to you,” Mark said, grabbing my arm.

“You’re wrong,” Barry said. “I never saw you at any….”

“Sure you did, but only on stage,” I laughed again as Mark began to guide me into the conference room. “If I remember right, you had a thing for blonds! Used to take them in the back…”

I stopped as my brother all but threw me into the conference room and slammed the door, and pulling the blinds down on the window turned to face me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he exclaimed.

“Aww, don’t be mad!” I stepped up and put my arms around his neck. “I came to visit you, little brother!” I leaned into him. “Give your sexy big sister a kiss.”

“You’re drunk!” Mark snapped, pushing me away from him.

“Well, duh,” I said, giggling. “And I really did see that guy at Mario’s.” I pursed my lips in thought. “Come to think of it, I may have even given him a lap dance.” I shrugged. “Who knows? I used to be all messed up there.”

“Megan…”

“Mark!” I smiled at him.

Mark looked as if he were about to snap. I waited. Instead, he put his head down for a moment, then, looking back at me, said quietly “Megan, you need to leave. Please, sis, this could cost me my job!”

“You don’t want to see me?” I asked.

“Not now. I’ll see you later.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “Just go home.”

“I don’t have a home,” I said, shrugging.

“What do you mean?”

“Tommy threw me out, see!” I showed Mark my bare left hand.

“Oh, Megan,” Mark said softly. “What did…”

“I mean, jeez, fuck a guy’s best friend on his couch and he gets all upset!” I let out that giggle that I knew Mark hated. The one I only made when I was drunk. “So I got nowhere to go Mark!” I reached out to touch his face. “So I came to see you!”

“Megan, get out!” Mark snapped. “I don’t have time for your shit right now!”

“Oh, that’s nice!” I snapped back at him. “Yesterday you said nothing else was more important, but now….”

“Here!” Mark reached into his pocket and handed me a set of keys. “Get out of here and go to my place. Go sleep it off, and I’ll be there later.”

Before I could speak, there was a knock on the door.

“Mark?” It was Jim. “Get your ass out here. He’s going to leave!”

Grabbing me by the arm Mark pulled me back to the door. “Now keep your mouth shut and go wait for me!”

“Yes sir!” I said.

Mark was just starting to open the door when I quickly turned into him and, catching him off guard, I kissed him hard on the lips. The door was part way open and Mark spun me to the side and away from him so hard I almost fell. Grabbing me by the arm again, he practically dragged me through the door and back out into the foyer. As soon as we were out, Mark called out, “Joe!”

I looked up to see the security guard get up from the desk and come over.

“Take my sister downstairs and walk her to her car, please.”

“Of course,” Joe said and gave me a smile. “Right this way, miss.”

“Oh, fine,” I said to Mark. “I see how you are. Put a suit on you and you forget where you came from.” I made a disgusted noise. “Sorry I have problems! Can’t all be perfect like they think you are!”

“Ma’am please,” Joe said quietly next to me.

“Okay,” I nodded and started to walk with him.

As we passed Barry, who was looking in the other direction, I pulled away from Joe and standing directly in front of him, I looked into his eyes and whispered in my best smoky voice, “Hey baby, you just sit back and let Raven give you a little show.” Barry’s eyes widened and I smiled wickedly at him. “Oh, you do recognize me, don’t you baby?”

I quickly turned away from him and, after winking at Mark, who looked as if he wanted to crawl into a hole, I took Joe’s arm.

“Lead the way!” I said happily, then squeezing his arm added loudly. “Hey you’re in real good shape! What are you doing later?”

Joe rolled his eyes, but laughed and gave me a smile as we walked away. Behind us I heard the other guy say, “Mark, is that lipstick on your mouth?”

I smiled as Joe led me down the corridor.

Oh, was I going to get it when my brother got home.

*****

I was standing in the middle of my forest, and for the first time in years, I felt at peace. I smiled as I looked around to see several small animals scurrying through the thick bushes, and running across the branches of the tall trees. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh clean air and, bending over, removed my shoes. I began to walk along, reveling in the feeling of the thick, soft grass beneath my bare feet.

It had been a long time since I had been here, but nothing had changed, it was as beautiful and peaceful as ever. I came upon the small pond that I would always sit by and saw that my easel was still set up there, as if I had never left. I sat on the edge of the pond, dipped my toes into the cool water and, looking around, felt tears of happiness fill my eyes. It was absolutely perfect here, no pain or sorrow, no struggles or humiliation. Just peace.

That peace was shattered by the loud beeping of Mark’s alarm clock. Swinging my arm out to the side, I hit the button to shut it off, and, rolling over onto my back, stared at my reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Knowing that this was the last time I would be lying in Mark’s amazing bed, I had stripped naked, and I loved the look of my ivory skin on his black sheets. As I stretched, I thought back to my dream of my forest. It had been years since I had been able to will myself to go there, but I had no doubt that it would be waiting for me when I left this place of pain.

My attention turned back to my reflection, and I arched my back further, pushing out my perky tits and stretching my long legs. I’d had quite a bit to drink, and, after driving the few blocks to Mark’s apartment and letting myself in, and had gone straight to bed. It had been two-thirty, and gambling that Mark, if for no other reason than to avoid me, would not be home for a few hours, I set the alarm for five and went out like a light. At first, I was surprised that I didn’t wake up with a hangover, and then thought that this was yet another sign that I was doing the right thing. Even knowing what was coming with my brother, I felt rested and relaxed.

I watched in the mirror as I slowly slid my long red-tipped nails along the soft skin of my stomach, then reaching my tits, I cupped them, and moaned softly as I began playing with my nipples. I let my right hand trail down between my open legs, and moaned again as I slipped my finger into my always eager pussy. I slipped my finger from inside and started rubbing my clit in hard fast circles, while squeezing my nipple harder.

I gasped as I could already feel an orgasm building within me. As good as I looked playing with myself, I closed my eyes and envisioned my beautiful little brother over me, thrusting that huge, hard cock into his sister’s needy little pussy. My fingers began stroking my clit faster and feeling myself right on the edge, gave my nipple a hard twist. I threw my head back and cried out my brother’s name as I came, writhing and squealing on his bed. I removed my hand from my pussy, and after bringing my fingers to my lips so I could suck on them, let out a long sigh. I would miss this incredible bed nowhere near as much as I would miss my brother, but I knew it would be for the best.

Forcing myself to get up, I slipped my red thong back on, but left my clothes on the floor. Walking over to Mark’s closet, I found the short black silk robe that I’d left here, because he loved me in it. I left the bedroom and, going over to the small bar Mark had in the living room, I grabbed a glass and a bottle of Southern Comfort. I sat down on the couch after filling the glass and taking a couple of sips, picked up my purse where I had left it on the floor. I removed one of the two packets of cocaine I had bought and opening it, poured it directly onto Mark’s glass coffee table. I went back into the purse and finding the razor blade I had folded up into a napkin, used it to cut the coke into four lines. I rolled up a twenty and did the first line.

“Damn!” I exclaimed.

The only advantage to being straight for a few months was that I had lost my tolerance and the coke hit me hard. Grabbing the glass of Southern, I sat back on the couch and waited for Mark to come home.

It wasn’t an easy wait, as even though I was steadily sipping at my drink, the cocaine was calling to me. I told myself I still had another gram and why not? But I had no idea when Mark would be home, and I knew I would want some for afterwards, to take the sting out of how guilty I would feel when I made my brother throw me out of his life. I held off, and just sat there, staring off into space and wondering how long it would be before I would get to stay in my forest all the time. Weeks, maybe months. Who knew? I planned on having as much fun as possible before I went.

I sat up quickly when I heard Mark’s key in the front door. Leaning over the table, I quickly did two lines in succession, leaving the last one. I put my glass down next to it so it would not be visible right away. I heard Mark close the door behind him in the hallway. I leaned back on the couch and stretched my legs out. Mark entered the room and I felt my heart begin to race from something other than the coke as I saw the look of anger already on his face. “Hey baby,” I said. “Why so late? Your sexy sister’s been waiting for you.”

“Cut the shit, Megan!” Mark snapped at me as he stood in front of the couch. “I can’t believe you came to see me like that! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh, come on, Mark!” I laughed, sitting up. “I was just playing. Those stiffs looked like they could use some fun!”

“Oh, they had some fun alright! They had a lot of fun asking me all about my fucked up sister, was she really a stripper? Hey, Barry, did she really dance for you?”

“I might have,” I shrugged, then laughed. “John’s, Barry’s they all look the same after a while.”

Before he could say anything, I stood up from the couch and walked up to him.

“What about you, baby, you look like you could use a little fun yourself.”

I reached out to put my hand on his shoulder, but he shoved it away.

“You think this is funny, Megan? Think ruining my career is funny?”

“Oh, come on,” I told him. “They’ll get over it they…”

“They took me off the fucking case!” Mark yelled.

I stopped for a moment as what he said sank in.

“They did?” I asked softly.

“Yeah, sis, they did, Jim’s going to try to get them to change their minds tomorrow, but it isn’t looking good!”

That case was my brother’s shot at junior partner, a launching point for his career. No, I told myself, this was perfect and Mark would get another chance, he was too good not too.

“Well, hey, look at the bright side!” I said, spreading my arms open. “Now you’ll have plenty of time to spend with me!”

“Megan, you are the last person I want to fucking spend time with right now!” he yelled at me.

“Awww,” I gave him the pout. “You don’t mean that, little brother.” I walked up to him and, batting my eyelashes, said. “Come on, baby, let me make it up to you! Let your nasty big sister show you what she does best.”

“What’s that, sis, fuck shit up?”He asked, stepping away again. “I can’t fucking believe you did that to me!” he yelled. “I’m good to you, Megan, for a long time I was the only one that was, and you do this to me?”

“All about you huh, Mark?” I asked, shaking my head. “Your job, your reputation, oh, poor you!” I put my hand on my chest. “Your poor sister doesn’t even have a place to live, and it’s all about you!”

“You don’t have a place to live because you’re a drunken whore!” Mark snarled at me. “And damn straight my job matters! I’ve worked my ass off to prove I’m better than all those rich little pricks that have had their jobs handed to them!”

“Yeah, ‘better than’ is exactly what you are these days, isn’t it, Mark?” I asked him. “Better than your sister who made you what you are, now you call me a whore!”

“You didn’t make me, I…”

“You were sitting in a corner of a group home when we found you,” I reminded him. “Staring at walls and talking to your little friend in your head. The only person you talked to until you met me. But, hey, you don’t owe me for anything, right? You would have done just fine for yourself!”

“You,” He stopped and seemed to notice the bottle on the table for the first time. “You’re fucking drunk again.” He shook his head. “There’s no point in yelling at you, you’re not even going to remember it.”

“You know, little brother, you’re right.” I approached him again and this time he let my hand drift up to his face. “We shouldn’t be fighting, especially because,” I held up my left hand, “I’m a free woman again! We can play now.”

“Megan, I don’t even want to see you, never mind fuck you. Go to bed.”

Mark turned back to me. “You’re not my sister.” He said quietly. “My sister wouldn’t hurt me like that.”

As Mark spoke I saw to my dismay that the angry look had left his face and he looked upset. He was giving in to his hurt rather than getting mad like he always did. Well, one way to fix that.

“That’s not true, Mark, see this” I pointed at myself, “is your sister.”

Reaching down, I picked up the glass and took a huge swallow.

“So I like to party, who cares? Better learn to deal with it, Mark, because I’m tired of playing good girl!”

“Megan, you’re drunk.” He said simply. “Just go to bed and….”

As he spoke I put the glass down on the table next to the coke, banging it loudly. Mark’s eyes followed the noise, and he stopped in mid-sentence as his eyes found the white powder. I watched in sick anticipation as I saw his eyes darken.

“You…” he stopped as if he couldn’t get the words out. “You… brought coke into my house.” He finished, his voice trembling.

“Well, yeah, where else was I…”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!?” he screamed at me. “I’m working for the fucking state! I have people fucking watching my every move, and you bring coke into my fucking house?”

“Mark I…”

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” he demanded. “Jesus fucking Christ, Megan, how dare you do this to me!”

“Well it’s not like I bought it here or…”

“I don’t care where you bought it!” Mark shouted. “I…I knew you were drinking, but fucking coke again, Meg? Do you like being a fucking loser? You want to be called ‘easy bake’ again?”

“What if I do?” I asked, letting out a deliberate giggle. “Megan’s boring, ‘easy bake’ is fun!”

As Mark stared angrily at me, I laughed.

“Speaking of fun!”

Stepping away from him I went over to the table and, grabbing the twenty, went to do the last line.

“No!!” Mark cried out.

“Oh I… oh shit!” I exclaimed.

Mark had stepped forward and kicked the coffee table. The glass shattered and the bottle of Southern went into the air to break against the wall, showering his expensive couch with its contents.

“Don’t you ever do that shit in front of me!” Mark screamed in my face.

“You asshole!” I snapped, recovering from my shock. “That was expensive stuff!” Then I smiled and started to undo my robe. “Now you have to make it up to me by fucking me nice and hard!”

“You’re fucking sick!” Mark said. He was breathing heard, and as I watched he put his hand to his temple and winced. “I don’t want you, Megan.”

“Oh, going to play hard to get, are you?” I asked as I stepped up to him. “Okay, please, Mark?”

I reached out to touch his face and cried out in surprise and pain as, with a backhanded swing, he slapped my hand away from him.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” he yelled at me. “I don’t want you, you fucking skank! You want to get laid, go back to selling yourself on the fucking corner, but stay the hell away from me!”

I looked at my hand, shocked. When I looked back up at Mark, he was also looking at my hand, and then turning quickly, he began to walk towards his bedroom.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

I began to follow him down the hallway.

“Who the hell do you think you are, treating me like that?” I demanded.

“Stay away from me,” Mark yelled over his shoulder as he reached his bedroom.

I jumped back as, entering his room; Mark slammed the door in my face. I heard a click as he locked it.

“Get your ass out here,” I yelled through the door. “Face me like a man, you little bitch!”

I found I was really mad. I, of course, had wanted to piss Mark off, but I wanted him to at least want to take it out on me, take his sister one more time before I made him truly hate me. I was also angry that Mark kept getting mad, but then seemed to keep calming himself down, as if he didn’t really want to fight. I banged on the door again.

“What’s the matter, Mark? Can’t handle me anymore? Used to those little girls you fuck with?”

“At least I know where they’ve been!” he yelled through the door. “Now either go to sleep, or go get wasted somewhere, but stay the fuck away from me!”

Mark had screamed this so loud, I stepped back away from the door. I shook my head. This was not going to work. If I let it go here, Mark would go to bed, and by tomorrow morning he would try to reason with me. Looking down at the doorknob, I remembered that I still had the keys Mark gave me at his office. Walking back out into the parlor, I grabbed the keys and, making my way back to his bedroom, inserted the key and, turning it, quickly shoved the door open and entered the room.

Mark had lit the candelabras and was standing in front of his bureau. He had removed his shirt and was starting to undo his belt when he turned to look at me.

“Get the fuck out of my room!” he snarled.

“No!” I said, walking right up to him. “You do not tell me what to do you little shit, you got that?” I asked him. “You remember your place!”

I pointed down at my feet.

“Get on your knees and…”

“I told you I don’t want you!” Mark snapped.

I forced myself to hold my ground as Mark stood directly in front of me, his bulging eyes looking into mine.

“This isn’t the game, Megan, I am not touching you, I will not lower myself to touch, a fucking crack whore, even if it’s you! Now get out!”

“I…” I was speechless at the amount of sheer venom in my brother’s voice.

“You’re a disgrace!” he continued. “A failure! All you do is hurt the people who help you, and I’m fucking sick of it!

He gave me another shove towards the door.

“Tell you what? Think you’re so funny? Go see Mom like that!” Mark yelled. “Go show Denise what her little girl has been up to! I…”

Mark stopped, as hearing my mother mentioned sent me over the edge. I swung my right hand up and caught my brother hard across the face. Mark’s eyes widened and I swear they began to get even darker.

“You… hit me.” he whispered.

“Don’t you talk about my mother!” I yelled in his face. “She doesn’t deserve…”

“An addict for a daughter!” Mark finished. “That’s what she doesn’t deserve you fucking…”

I hit him again, this time with my left hand and even harder, hard enough that I felt the impact all the way up my arm. Mark’s head snapped to the side, and when he whipped it around, I was already swinging with my right again. I cried out as he caught my wrist, and, as I tried to pull it away, he squeezed hard enough to make me cry out in pain. Still holding my wrist, Mark yanked me into him;

“For the last time get away from me you… Oww!”

With a rage driven by the cocaine, I reached up and, hooking my fingers into a claw, raked them across Mark’s neck, drawing blood. Taking advantage of his surprise, I yanked my hand free and swung up and around, slapping him in the mouth with the back of my hand.

“Take that back!” I screamed as I hit him. “Take… huh!”

I gasped as moving faster than my eyes could follow, Mark’s left hand came up and grabbed my throat. My rage was replaced by a stab of fear as I looked into my brother’s face. His eyes were not only black, but were bulging. The veins in his neck were standing out, and his lip was curled into a snarl. Worse, I could feel his hand trembling around my neck, as his powerful fingers dug into my soft skin.

“Oh, you fucking bitch.” Mark hissed, blood dripping from his mouth.

“M…Mark…you’re hurting me,” I choked out.

“You wanted the game.” He whispered.

“N..no I…”

I cried out again as Mark’s hand left my throat to grab a fist full of my hair. He grabbed it close to the back of my head, pulling it hard and forcing me to bend my head back.

“Oh, yes, whore, it’s time you were shown your place once and for all.”

The thought of Mark fucking me in his present state frightened me, and, despite my plan, I found myself trying to stop him.

“I…I’m sorry Mark,” I whispered as my eyes filled up with tears from the pain in my scalp.

“Sorry? Damn straight you’re sorry, sorriest fucking whore I’ve ever seen.” He smiled through the blood in his mouth. “But not sorry enough. Now get on your knees!” he snapped.

This happened when I was still living at home, a few years ago just before my 21st birthday. I was home for the summer from uni and working long days in a crappy summer job for a friend of my dad. I had an on/off boyfriend, but we were very much off at this point- in fact I had decided that I was well and truly done with him and his bullshit behaviour. I wasn’t missing him at all, and in fact I was sure it was over for good. The only problem was that because of the long hours in the job I wasn’t getting out much, and wasn’t getting much cock. That was the only thing I was missing.

It was a warm Wednesday afternoon and I had clocked off early from work, saying I had a headache, when in fact I had just had enough. My parents were on holiday and my brother Chris was at work himself, working in a Pizza Hut while he waited for his A Level results. He was just 18 and had been out every night since our parents went to Greece, drinking, clubbing and trying to pick up girls with his best mate, Simon. I had heard them coming in at 3 and 4 in the morning, without any women, so I got the feeling they weren’t having much luck.

They weren’t the only ones: I was ridiculously horny. I had been thinking about sex all day and as I got into the house and dumped my keys and handbag on the table I was calculating how long it was since I had last had sex. Six weeks. I was feeling it. A shiver ran through me and dampened my pants as I thought of my exs big, pink cock and I wished, not for the first time that day, that he might come round and let me sit on it for an hour. Flicking through the post as I walked up the stairs in my stockinged feet, I decided that I would get my vibrator out and give myself a damn good seeing to whilst I had the house to myself.

I had a few vibrators and dildos, but this was my favourite. A blue Rampant Rabbit, 7 inches long and thick enough that when pushed into my tight little snatch, I’d gasp out. It was ready with new batteries when I pulled it out of my bottom drawer, I pulled my flimsy summer dress over my head and laid down on the bed.

As I looked in the mirrored doors of my wardrobe I pondered myself as I did so. I’m not a model and I don’t have a models body, but I couldn’t help but concede that I did okay. Tall and hippy, I’m not thin but my curvaceousness is in all the right places, F cup boobs and hips that flare out like Jessica Rabbit and red hair that falls onto my shoulders. My pussy hair was trimmed down and neat and as I manoeuvred myself into a comfortable position my firm but very natural tits bounced a little. I was in the mood for some porn, and reached under the bed for the box where I stashed all of the tapes and DVDs I had acquired over the years, mainly from my ex who had gotten me into the kind of porn I am still into now: girls getting roughly fucked by big cocks. I found an Ava Devine DVD that I really enjoyed, where she gets done every which way by three big, black cocks, and put it into the player.

The best thing about this DVD was probably the beginning, which came onto the screen suddenly. Ava, in a basque and silky pink panties, addressing the camera as she pulls her big, fake titties out of her lingerie.

“You like these?” She asked. Despite not considering myself to be in any way bisexual or anyway bi-curious, I found Ava an incredible turn on. Her trash talk and her quintessentially porn star look gets me wet every time. I pulled off my own knickers and began to rub myself as she spoke. I was already soaking. “You like these big fucking tits,” she continued as I began to rub my clit, “I love it when I’m getting fucked….” She pulled at her breasts as I rubbed the nipple on my own left boob, “….and they fucking bounce.” Ava jumped to show us what she meant. I pushed a finger into my pussy and it felt amazing. I quickly rubbed the wetness onto my already hard clit and a jolt of electricity ran through me. “I love it,” the horny porn starlet on screen continued, “when a man just comes up to me with his big, hard cock and I’m sucking on it and they bounce,” she sucked her own fingers to demonstrate, “and then they fucking slap my big titties and fucking grab them.”

I considered the beautiful body that was turning me on so much. I love cock and like I say, don’t consider myself to be in any way bi-curious, but during the last couple of years at uni I had been sexually experimenting between break-ups with the boyfriend, and in May of the first year had found myself the third wheel in a girl/girl/boy threesome with some dorm mates. It had just kind of happened one night when the liquor was flowing, and the guy, Steve, had approached me. We had got off with one another during Freshers week- no sex, but a lot of snogging and petting and he had ended up frigging my hot little cunt to orgasm- so he knew I was game, and he told me that his new girlfriend, a sexy little nymph called Louise with huge tits and a figure not unlike my own, was keen for a threesome. I was a little drunk, but said clearly that I didn’t really fancy girls.

“You fancy me though,” he said, and it was true, I did, “and she’s been with a woman before.” I didn’t really think for a second that it would happen, but as the night continued and the drinking continued the sexual sparks began to fly between the three of us, and before I knew it, it was 4am and just the three of us left in the dorm kitchen. I was lying across three kitchen chairs, slightly drunk, and drained the last of a bottle of JD. Louise and Steve were stood over by the sink and kind of looked at each other with a nod. Steve came over and sat next to me. “How you doing, Miche?” He said. I smiled.

“Goooood.” I was drunker than I thought. My legs were across the three chairs and my skirt had ridden up. He stroked my thigh.

“You’re looking hot, Michelle.” He said, a glint in his eye. I knew what was going to happen. I parted my thighs and his hand wandered, finding my black thong and, as luck would have it, freshly shaved pussy. I was bald down there at that time.

“Mmmmmmmmm.” I groaned. I instantly remembered the way he had expertly made my pussy cum during Fresher’s Week, and opened my legs further to let his fingers probe. He was slightly older than the rest of us, in his early 20s, and had come to uni life late. He knew what he was doing.

“You’re so wet.” He said, but I couldn’t speak. His fingers were expertly probing my wet hole and the big, hard clit above it. I looked across the kitchen and watched as Louise hitched her own knickers down and jumped up on the work surface. She parted her legs and I saw, for the first time, her lovely little snatch. It was as bald as mine and her fingers instantly went to it, frigging it as she watched me get frigged. I raised myself up on my elbows and Steve kissed me, deeply. “Get up and come and touch Louise.” He urged.

I didn’t recognise myself. I had always had a high sex drive, ever since I lost my virginity at 15, but generally in the context of relationships. This wasn’t like me, but it was incredibly liberating. I strode across the room and, with no clue what I was doing, touched Louise’s cunt. She groaned out and Steve looked like the cat that got the cream.

“Take your top off.” I said. Her tits were incredible. Big, round and firm. I was mesmerised by them. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked.

“Fuck, yeah.” She said, her voice a low murmur. “Fucking suck on my big tits, you fucking slut.” As I did as she asked, I felt Steve’s hand again, and then the unmistakable feel of a thick, hard cock being rubbed along my slit. “He’s going to fuck your slutty pussy and you’re going to eat my fucking cunt for me, you fucking whore.” Louise added as I moved onto her other breast. “Bend over for him.” Steve pulled his shirt and jeans off, and within seconds his boxers were on the floor too. I pulled my little dress off and he helped me off with my bra. Louise was almost naked anyway, but pulled her own skimpy mini dress off and positioned herself so that I could eat her out. I was bent over and ready.

As my tongue tasted pussy for the first time, Steve entered me with his dick, which was an average length but, I soon discovered, ridiculously thick. It was hard to think of anything but the cock stretching me out, but I wanted to lick her right, and tried to concentrate as he slowly sawed his tool in and out of me.

“Jesus, you’re tight.” He gasped, sliding back in oh so slowly, and then out again, his big, manly hands gripping my fleshy hips. I opened Louise’s pussy with my fingers and at a rhythm to match Steve’s fucking, I licked her clit. She began moaning with pleasure, and I slid two fingers in. Steve could obviously see the action and it was turning him on. “This is so fucking hot.” He said, picking his pace up a little. My own pussy was reacting now, and I began to feel an orgasm building. Louise was getting into it and soon I had my face buried in her and my mouth was sucking and my tongue was flicking and she was cumming all over my face. The more noise she made the faster Steve fucked and soon I came, squeezing his cock with my pussy. As she came down from her orgasm Steve pulled out of me, and breathlessly told me he had to stop or he’d cum too quick.

What followed was an amazing 2 and a half hours of non-stop fucking. I sat on Louise’s face while Steve fucked her on her back. I sat on Steve’s cock while Louise sucked on my tits. Steve fucked Louise’s arse as I penetrated myself with a courgette that was on the side in the kitchen. That nearly sent Steve over the edge, as I said he’d never been as turned on as he was then, tight in his girlfriend’s little butt, watching a big-titted whore fuck herself raw. And then Steve asked if I wanted it in my arse. I’d never had a cock up there, and was curious, but I was scared as well. He promised he’d be gentle, and Louise licked my tight little ring while I lubed his cock up in my mouth.

If you will allow me to go off on a tangent for a second, I just want to get across how much I love sucking cock. Even though there isn’t anything in it for me, and at times it can be a chore, for the most part I do enjoy it. I love the power and I love the way a man is never more turned on than when his dick is tickling your tonsils. In fact, I get a real kick out of how fucking grateful a man is when his cock is in your mouth, and for that reason, it always turns me on. Steve was really getting into it, and as Louise primed my virgin arsehole, he fucked my mouth as I looked up at him with the wide-eyes and innocent expression that my ex had once said pushed him over the edge during a blow-job.

“I’ve got to get it in your fucking arse before I squirt down your throat.” Steve said, pulling his dick out from between my lips and turning me around. I was bent unceremoniously over the kitchen table, a sweating mess of mad hair and caked in all three of our bodily fluids. “Louise, lick her cunt while I do it.” I knew this was so that I would forget about the pain and braced myself as he primed my bum with his fingers, probing and lubing it up with spit. “Don’t worry,” he said gently, I won’t hurt you. You will enjoy this, I promise.” The way his voice had become gentle to reassure me, did reassure me and as he positioned the engorged head of his cock at my ring, I felt Louise’s expertly lesbian mouth begin to lap at my clit like a cat licking at a bowl of cream.

The first few seconds hurt like hell and bells rang in my ears as I groaned in pain and Steve groaned with pleasure as he took my anal virginity. I could feel my butt spasm as it tried to reject the thick cock entering it and Steve pushing against that. As the moments passed though, the pain subsided and Steve stood still, his hands on my hips, Louise still driving me towards orgasm with her tongue. “You okay?” He asked. “Do you want me to stop”. I shook my head and told him to carry on,

“I’m so turned on,” I said, surprising myself with own nastiness, “I want to feel your cum in my arse.” That was all Steve needed and instantly he was rocking his hips and fucking my arse. I groaned, this time with pleasure, and he pulled at my hair,

“You fucking whore,” he said, his voice now totally different, “you big-titted fucking whore. I’m fucking your arse and I’m going to fucking shoot my hot cream in your hole. You’re a fucking tease, all over campus, turning me and Louise on. Do you know the amount of times we’ve fucked, fantasising about this? This is what you’ve fucking wanted the whole time.” I moaned at his words and at the building pleasure as he rocked in and out of my gaping arsehole, as he fucked the virginity out of it. On top of this, Louise’s tongue had driven me over the edge, and suddenly I felt the courgette at my pussy hole again and she drove it right in there as I began to cum.

And that was how we ended the night, in a cummy pile of sweaty bodies. I had never been so satisfied.

Back in the present and frigging my hot little hole, I reached for the Rampant Rabbit and rubbed it on my clit. It was probably thinking about the threeway and watching Ava on the screen that meant I didn’t notice that I wasn’t alone.

“Ahem.” I looked up and saw that not only was my door not shut, but my younger brother Chris and his best friend Simon were stood in the doorway, watching me. I must have jumped ten feet in the air.

“Fuck, Chris!” I exclaimed, quickly pulling my blankets over my nakedness, hiding the dildo under the pillow and slapping the remote to “off” in one move. “What the fuck are you doing?” I was mortified.

“What are we doing?” Chris laughed. “What are you doing?!” Simon was leering smugly and I noticed a bulge in his jeans where watching me and the porn for the past few moments had obviously turned him on.

“Fuck off!” I yelled, throwing a cushion at the doorway. The boys looked at one another. Simon stepped into the room.

“Come on, Michelle.” He said, sitting down on the bed, “don’t be like that.” I shrunk away towards the wall. What was he playing at? Chris closed the door and flipped down the lock, something I thought regretfully, I should have done myself. “Michelle.” Simon added. “I’ll fuck you.” I jumped up, the blankets wrapped around me still.

“You two need to fuck off!” I gestured to the door. “Go on. Go.” For the first time since he came properly into the room, Chris spoke.

“Come on Michelle.” He began. “We’ve just watched you watching porn. And using this.” He picked up the vibrator. “This isn’t good. You think dad would approve of that? And your bunking off work- the work dad got you as a favour.” Blackmailing little shit, I thought. “We won’t say. If you help us out.”

I didn’t know how many women either of them had been with, but at their age, I thought, it was probably girls and girls who weren’t very into fucking. I remembered myself at that age and of how unadventurous I had been until I was introduced to dirty fucking by my ex. Obviously they wanted to be with a real woman. It made sense. And dad would absolutely crucify me if he found out I was out of work early and watching porn. Chris had taken a gamble, but he knew that his blackmail might work.

Simon picked up the remote and flicked the TV back on. Ava was back on screen, still filthy talking to the camera, rubbing her pink pussy.

“I need a cock in here,” she gushed to the lens, “Will any man help me? I need a cock.” Simon rubbed the bulge in his jeans and unbuckled his belt. Ava continued. “I’m so wet, I just want a cock.” I knew how she felt. A man appeared on screen and squeezed her boobs. Simon pulled his bottoms off and released a meaty 7″. He started stroking it. “Are you going to fuck my cunt?” Ava asked. The man slapped her tits.

“Suck his cock, Michelle.” Chris said. “Suck it and I won’t tell dad.” It was probably going to be easier just to do it.

Within seconds of the huge piece of meat entering my throat, I was like a woman possessed. The shock and fear of being caught by my brother and his friend had worn off and I remembered that I hadn’t been fucked in weeks. Simon pushed my head down onto his dick and I bobbed up and down.

“Oh yeah babe,” he groaned, “she’s a fucking good little sucker.” I felt fingers in my pussy and then the dildo I had been using earlier pushed in. Chris was controlling it and I thought suddenly ‘That’s your brother’ but the voice was drowned out by the sensations in my puss and the enthusiasm of Simon’s words as I sucked him. “You’ve got to get on this.” Simon told his friend, and the dildo was pulled out as Chris derobed. I continued with the task in hand, and began to jack the bottom of Simon’s cock. “Oh my fucking God.” He half said, half yelled and I knew I was doing it right. “I’m going to fucking cum if you…..” but it was too late, his seed gushed out and flooded my throat. The tangy flavour engulfed my taste buds and I sucked it all down. Simon flushed red, clearly embarrassed that he’d lost his load so soon. I stood up.

“Let’s get one thing straight, boys.” I said, “because that’s what you are. Little boys. I will do this and I will love it because I fucking love cock. But you aren’t in control here. I am. I was fucking whilst you two were still in primary school, so don’t act like big men when I can make you cum like that.” I clicked my fingers.

Simon was still flushed an embarrassed pink, his sad flaccid cock dripping sticky cum, but this was fighting talk to my brother, who now butt-naked pushed me onto my knees and pushed himself into my mouth, possibly to shut me up. He was a good two inches longer than his friend, and the thickness of his rod reminded me of Steve. My cunt dripped at the memory of Steve and I thought dreamily of sitting on that cock, until Chris’s thrusts jolted me back.

“You fucking show us what a slag you are, Michelle.” He said in rhythm with his thrusts, “I’ve heard you on the phone to your mates, boasting about what you do at uni…. Your threesomes and your lesbian fucking. You fucking show us what you can do.” I took him into the back of my throat and decided that that was exactly what I would do.

Simon quickly hardened again, and I abruptly withdrew from Chris’s dick. I sat on the bed, facing the TV and noting with interest that Ava was being fucked by the man who’d been grabbing her titties and was sucking on a new guy. I decided to take a leaf out of her book, and spread my legs in front of the two horny eighteen year olds before me, both with cocks standing to attention. Both jacked them in their hands. I put my right hand on my pussy.

“So you liked watching me touching myself, did you?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “I love touching myself. I do it all the time. When I’m not sitting on girls faces in my dorm or getting fucked up the arse over a kitchen table by a guy on my course….” I sucked my fingers and effortlessly slid two into my engorged vagina. “I’ll fuck anyone at any time. I love it in my mouth, my cunt, my arse….. I do girls, boys, a girl and a boy, two boys….. I love cocks and I love sucking on titties…..” The boys wanked harder. “I am so turned on and I would love one of you studs in here…” I pulled myself open, “who wants to go first?” Clearly still the bolder, Chris stepped forwards and pushed me onto my back. He kissed me deeply.

“I don’t care that you’re my sister,” he said, breaking away from the kiss, “I fantasise about your all the time. I have been wanking over your since I was 13. Every girl I’ve fucked I had thought about your slutty minge and your huge fucking tits.” He squeezed my left breast. “I’m going to destroy your fucking cunt.” I laid back and he positioned the bulbous head of his penis with his hand, and then pushed forwards. He groaned with pleasure and I cried out with lust at his hard cock and his trash-talk. “Put your cock back in her mouth, bro.” He said to Simon, and Simon crouched over my face, feeding me his cock for the second time that day.

Todd came home from school in an especially horny mood. He had started having wet dreams a few weeks ago, night after night. As the school bus sped away, he found himself already halfway to an erection as he walked in the house and closed the door behind him. He dropped his backpack in the living room, even though his mother hated when he did that, and made for the stairs so he could hurry up to his room.

But to his surprise, he caught the site of his mother, Trish, out of the corner of his eye as he passed by the den. She was asleep on the sofa, her arm draped above her head on the armrest and her legs sprawled out on the cushions. She was usually busy in the kitchen by now, getting dinner ready for her family, including Todd and his younger sister Tess and their father Ted. Although it was unusual to see her like this, Todd just assumed she was exhausted from working and must have dozed off.

Still, in his horny state, he couldn’t help but glance over her body like a lusty adolescent. He had always been attracted to his mother, and most of his dreams were of her. She had a wonderfully voluptuous body while still maintaining quite a trim figure. Her breasts were larger than most women with her frame, and her hips and butt were also quite nicely round in shape. Todd drooled as he tiptoed over to her, careful not to wake her even though the front door opening and slamming closed obviously hadn’t done so.

She was snoring a bit, sleeping quite soundly. She was wearing her usual housework outfit, sweatpants and a tank top. Her breasts were too large for her to go without a bra normally, but the tight-fitting top was sufficient around the house. It also gave her tits a wonderful freedom that made Todd weak in the knees. He dreamed of burying his face between them, and also sliding his penis into her cleavage and spraying her chest and neck and face with his thick semen.

Maybe she had been up all night with his father, fucking and sucking and doing whatever else they had done nearly every night this week. At least that was what it had sounded like. He wasn’t home much, since his job allowed her to stay home but it meant working long hours and traveling. It was a sacrifice, but the man was diligent in providing for his family.

Trish was obviously completely out of it, and Todd happened to know that when she was sleeping deep enough to be snoring, that was the equivalent of blacking out. The women could sleep through anything, and he wondered if his father had ever thought the same thoughts he found himself thinking. Namely, whether or not she would awaken as a result of sexual contact. Todd found that a common fantasy for him was touching girls while they slept, and even fucking them. Of course it was just a fantasy, and he had never tried it before. But in his lustful state right now, he found himself almost instinctively wanting to trying it out.

Careful to approach quietly, Todd slowly reached his hand out and ran a finger across his mother’s cheek. She didn’t budge. He gently brought his hand down to her jaw and traced her neck down to her collarbone. Still, not a movement from her. He felt himself quivering in excitement, and he felt as if he might explode in his pants if he actually touched his mother in a private area. Cautiously, but with a hormonal stupidity, he gently brought his hand down to touch and then firmly cup one of his mother’s breasts through her top. It felt soft and wonderful, and Todd almost cried out as he came prematurely in his underwear. He gritted his teeth as he rode out the involuntary wave of pleasure, keeping his hand on his mother the entire time. She didn’t move, even when his hand nearly slipped as the last spurt shot out of him. He reluctantly withdrew his hand and shed his jeans so as not to soil them. His underwear was soaked though, and he found himself quickly shedding them as well.

Without thinking of how he would explain things to her if she awoke, Todd watched his mother carefully as he moved further down the couch. Her legs were spread a bit, one of them almost falling off the couch. When he came up beside her arm resting beside her, he carefully positioned his half-naked self in a kneeling position, ignoring the dripping cum that was still falling from his aching stiff member. Right as he did so, Trish’s leg finally fell all the way off the sofa, and her heel came down on the hardwood floor with a thud that startled Todd.

He nearly jumped back and made to run out of the room, thinking for certain she would wake up now. But to his surprise, she was still snoring evenly, not disturbed by the movement. With renewed bravery, and a lust that seemed even more intense despite his recent orgasm, he rested his hand on his mother’s stomach and began to move it down towards her waist.

The sweatpants moved easily, and to his excitement he found that she wasn’t wearing panties. He had never touched a girl like this before, and the fact that this was his mother made it all the more naughty. He knew that girls had hair down there, but wasn’t feeling any. He slowly and carefully kept sliding his fingers further down, disappearing under her sweatpants, until the soft flat texture of her stomach rose a bit into a small mound, and then changed quickly to a silky smooth cleft of skin. Confused, and never before having touched a girl’s private parts before, Todd gently lifted her waistband with his free hand and peered down into his mother’s crotch.

Realizing he was touching her vagina now, and was right at the entrance, Todd felt his penis surge with excitement and a small spurt of precum graced across his inner thigh. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to cum again, and willed himself to pull his hand back and calm down. Trish was still oblivious, sleeping soundly even though her young son was feeling her up. Todd wondered if he could get her sweatpants down farther, maybe not past her hips but down around them.

He slowly, with agonizing anticipation, hooked her waistband with his thumbs and pulled on them. They slid down her waist and towards the curve of her hips. With her legs spread this wide, they wouldn’t go very far. Todd resigned himself to touch his first pussy but not see it, and grabbed his erection while at the same time reaching his other hand back in his mother’s pants.

Feeling his way back to her mound, and then to the fold of silky skin, Todd gently masturbated himself while he felt around. It was so hot to be touching his mother, any girl really, but his own mother! He rummaged around dumbly, not sure what he was touching but enjoying the feel of everything he could get his fingers into. He was being a bit rougher than he intended, but he knew there was a hole somewhere in that fold of flesh, and intended to get at least a finger inside of it. When he felt an especially warm, almost hot, part of her vagina and spread the mound with his thumb and middle finger, his index finger darted right into the soft flesh and found something different.

When he felt his finger sink deep into something hot and wet and smooth, he squeezed his boner and came very intensely onto the couch. He closed his eyes and kept his finger buried deep into his mom’s cunt, and stroked himself off as he squirted endlessly, even more than his last orgasm. He had to catch his breath afterwards, but it had been a very satisfying orgasm. He withdrew his finger from his mother’s crotch and carefully sniffed it, finding the aroma very intoxicating. He tasted his finger, and it was slightly sweet. He still felt hard, even though he had cum twice.

His mother was not moving a muscle, still deep asleep. But her pussy must have responded to his touching, because it had been wet. From what little he knew of women, he at least knew what that meant.

Feeling past the point of turning back, Todd bravely tugged his mother’s sweatpants down. If she woke up, he could quickly run out of the room. When she stayed asleep, and only stirred for a moment, he felt butterflies in his balls. He had her sweatpants past her hips now, and he could plainly see her vagina. It was hairless, smooth with no pubic hair. He admired it, staring at it and wondering what it would feel like to put his penis inside of it.

Bending down a bit, he engulfed her entire mound in his mouth, and ran his tongue up and down her juicy slit. He thought he heard a soft moan escape her, but she still wasn’t moving. Todd began to eat her out vigorously, paying no attention to the fact that every second he stayed here with both their pants down was another invitation for her to wake up and find him like this. He wouldn’t be able to explain his way through it, and right now he didn’t care. He was drunk with lust.

After tasting his mother’s cunt for a good few minutes, he couldn’t stand it any longer and climbed on top of her legs. He positioned his boner right at her cunt, and sank it right into her. With one forbidden thrust, he lost his virginity to his own mother, and she wasn’t even aware of it! Trish was still out cold, except for small moaning sounds every time he thrust into her. He fucked his mother’s cunt freely, not trying to be soft for her sake. It felt so good, and since he was already two orgasms past, he could actually last long enough to enjoy it thoroughly.

Todd grunted as he kept up his pace, feeling his balls slap at her asshole while he fucked her juicy hole. It was steaming hot, and even in her sleep she seemed to be enjoying it. When he realized that he shouldn’t cum inside of her, for fear of impregnating his own mother, Todd came up with a deliciously nasty idea.

He pulled his twitching dick out of her pussy, and gently lifted one of her legs up so he could see underneath to her asshole. It looked positively wonderful, and he decided to try fucking it. He held her leg up with one hand, and aimed his cock down with the other. Slowly, he pressed the tip of his penis against that wonderfully tight slot. He felt it give way after some pressure, and before he knew it his slick cock had popped inside three inches.

He glanced up at his mother, who was still asleep but seemed to be frowning now. Not in pain, but more like pleasure. She was getting off on this, in her sleep! Todd excitedly finished pushing his way balls deep into her ass, and when he was buried all the way he stopped for a moment. He felt as if his dick was on fire, and it might explode. He decided it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, so he fucked her ass for a moment and let his cock burst inside of her.

He held himself against her, whimpering as he fired off a third round of sperm. He filled her bowels softly, keeping himself buried in her and just barely thrusting. It was a very gentle yet powerful orgasm, and he collapsed on top of her when he finished.

To his shock, he felt her hand touch his hair and begin rubbing his head. He looked up to see her eyes closed, but her mouth moving slightly.

“Oh, Ted…” she whispered, still mostly asleep and thinking it was her husband who had fucked her.

Todd breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt her clenching onto his dick with her butt. She was beginning to get into it! Still in her dazed condition, she pulled at him until he was laying on top of her. She pulled her tank top up to expose her breasts, and began rubbing his back. Todd accepted this rare privilege of fucking his mother under the strange circumstances, and began kissing and licking at her nipples.

“Go again…” she whispered, asking her husband to fuck her more.

Todd began pumping at his mother’s ass, being quite rough since he didn’t have to worry about her waking up. Apparently she wanted this, whether she knew it was him or not. Todd was grunting feverishly, thrusting his aching boner into his mother’s warm anal cavity. Trish was moaning louder, and rubbing her clit while her own son was fucking her. She came intensely, but somehow still didn’t fully wake up, and Todd couldn’t handle it anymore.

He yanked his cock free from her tight asshole, and aimed it over her as he began cumming again. His fourth load wasn’t much, but he managed to fire a shot off that reached her neck. The rest piddled out onto her stomach. She started opening her eyes now, and Todd nervously grabbed his jeans and dashed out of the room. Still, she would no doubt be wondering why her pants were pulled down and why she had cum in and on her.

As he rushed to the stairs, his sister Tess was standing there, her eyes wide and locked onto him. Todd swallowed, feeling his face turn pale, as he and his sister just stared at each other.

“I saw the whole thing,” Tess said, not moving a muscle or showing that she was angry.

Todd was speechless. He just pushed past her and hurried to his room.

He stripped off his shirt and lay naked on his bed, his erection still at full mast. He heard a soft knock on the door, and then it opened. When he saw Tess standing there, looking shy and inquisitive, he didn’t bother to cover himself up. If she had seen him fuck their mother, then she certainly already knew what he looked like naked.

“Please shut the door,” Todd said, staring up at the ceiling as he lay on the bed.

Tess did so, and slowly crept toward the bed. She was a very shy girl, and didn’t have very many friends. However, she was extremely close to their mother.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she said, her voice barely audible.

Todd glanced over to her. “Are you going to tell Mom?”

Tess was staring at his penis, almost entranced by it. Todd wondered if she had ever seen one before. He should have felt embarrassed by her seeing it, but at this point that was the last thing he had to worry about.

“No,” Tess said, to his relief. “But…why did you put your thing in her butt?”

Todd followed her gaze to his penis, and reached down to shake it a bit. He felt proud of it suddenly, and felt like showing it off. Tess smiled when he grabbed it.

“It felt really good, nice and tight,” he answered.

Tess nervously leaned against the wall while they talked, and she kept darting her eyes between his dick and his face. She felt funny just staring at it, but it made her feel good for some reason.

“Do you wanna look at it closer?” Todd asked, squeezing his rock hard boner. “You can touch it too if you want.”

Tess very shyly approached him, and sat down on the bed next to him.

“I don’t know if I should,” she said, but her eyes were glued onto it.

“It’s ok,” Todd reassured her. “I won’t tell. Do you know how to do it?”

She hesitantly reached for it, and her fingers barely grazed the shaft. She bravely squeezed it, and Todd moaned. It felt good to have her tiny fingers touching it. It felt really big in her hand.

“I’ve never had anything in my vagina before,” Tess said, blushing. “I doubt I could fit you in there. But I think I could fit it in my butt.”

Todd was dumbfounded, and his mouth just hung open. Was his sister offering to let him fuck her ass? There was no way her tiny frame could handle it.

“Have you ever had anything in your butt before?” he asked.

Tess smiled devilishly. “I’ve had fingers in there before. But not my own.”

Todd was truly surprised, considering that he was certain she was a virgin. “Whose then?”

She turned very red, but didn’t hold back now. After all, how much worse could the truth be than catching your brother fucking your sleeping mother?

“When I take a bath, Daddy comes in and makes sure I’m clean there,” she continued, as if to explain. She was also starting to take her shirt off. “He’s had three fingers in there before, and he says I’m almost ready for the real thing.”

Todd couldn’t believe she was telling him that their father was messing around with her! But even more surprising was the fact that in a few moments, she was completely naked, even pulling her panties off and then sitting indian style in front of him.

“Is that why you put yours in Mommy’s butt?” she asked, again taking hold of her brother’s penis. “To make sure she was clean down there?”

Even though she was only 9 months younger than him, just having turned 18, she still called her parents Mommy and Daddy. It gave her a little girl quality that really made Todd’s balls stir. And her question was just part of this little game they were playing. She was playing dumb, like she truly didn’t know why he would stick his penis inside of a woman’s butthole.

“Uh, yeah,” Todd answered. “Only a penis can reach far enough to clean you out good enough.”

She nodded, as if only now understanding, and proceeded to lower her mouth to his crotch. She slobbered all over his cock, sucking and licking it, and even his balls. There was no way this was her first time doing that.

“Daddy has me practice this too,” she said after a few moments of sucking and licking. “Cuz he says it takes a lot of saliva to get a penis ready for my butt. Mommy must be used to it already, cuz you didn’t use any saliva on yours with her.”

Her pussy had been lube enough, but Todd wasn’t going into the details now. It would be pointless, since this was just a game.

“And he says licking his balls helps get it stiff enough,” she said, continuing to explain before demonstrating by sucking on his scrotum and licking beneath them as well. She knew what she was doing, there was no doubt. Had she really been sucking their father off, like she implied?

Finally, after getting him nice and wet, and quite horny again, Tess hovered over her brother and brought her lap down over his. Todd held his dick straight up, and Tess gently touched her asshole down onto the tip.

“Go slow, ok?” she said. “Daddy couldn’t get his in me and you seem just as big.”

Very slowly, and carefully, the two of them tried different angles and positions until finally they were able to get the head inside. Tess was on her back, and Todd was holding her legs up, just like with his mother. He pushed until she groaned and he felt his head sink into her. She was tight, almost impossibly so. But after a few minutes of gentle movement, he was able to fuck a few inches in and out. Tess seemed in heaven.

“Wow, it feels so good to be cleaned out!” she said, her breathing getting heavier.

Tess tried it, and soon her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth went slack. She exploded in a powerful climax, even letting loose a stream of squirt when the sharpest wave hit her. Todd took the opportunity to thrust hard up her butthole, and he sank all the way in finally. Tess cried out, in pleasure and excitement, and Todd came for a fifth time today in his little sister’s ass.

Both of them were panting now, and Tess was still masturbating while her brother’s penis was in her. She enjoyed another strong climax, and finally Todd went soft. He laid on top of her, and she stroked his hair just like their mother had done.

Author’s note…I was approximately half a paragraph from having this chapter ready to submit when the flash drive I was storing it on got wiped out. Since I am not working from an outline, I have to re-write the whole thing from scratch. This chapter is told from multiple points of view and has very little back tracking. I hope you enjoy and please vote…SH

I would also like to give my thanks and my undying gratitude to andrea4328 her editing prowess, making this a much better tale….SH

I walked out of the living room, naked as the day I was born. My brother’s cum was running out of my well fucked pussy down my thighs. I eyed the stairs to my bedroom and decided I was too worn out to climb stairs, so we’d finish this night in our parent’s room.

Steve followed me close behind, his large semi hard cock swinging back and forth. He suddenly seemed distant and tense, and seemed tired. I guess with him sleeping so little the past couple of days, tired was to be expected. He was being awakened by dreams that he couldn’t remember upon waking. I was glad Heidi James would be back in town soon, because I felt Steve needed professional help.

Steve was glad to be rid of the Santa Claus mask that had concealed his identity while he fucked me on web cam to piss off my ex boyfriend Mark. Instead of pissing him off, the fucktard actually thanked me for allowing a guy to fuck me on cam. I told him to get lost and that we were going to do anal on the cam, but since he would like it we were going to my room to have the rest of our fun.

“How’s my ass looking baby?” I asked Steve. I got no answer and turned to look at him. He looked off into space and appeared to be somewhere else. “Stevie!”

“Huh? What? I’m sorry I was zoning I guess.”

“Are you OK baby? You seem lost.”

“I’m fine Maddie, just spacey I guess.”

“Are you ready to make me not be a liar? Are you ready to fuck my ass?”

“Always!

I walked over to the bed and moved a pillow from the head to the middle of the king sized bed. I climbed up and lay on my tummy, leaving my ass in the air. I spread my legs open and waited. When a few minutes had passed I looked back over my shoulder to see Stevie staring off into the distance. “Are you ok baby?” I asked him.

“Huh? Oh yeah, just a bit tired I guess. I haven’t been sleeping all that well.”

“We don’t have to play if you are tired sweetheart.”

“No I am fine Maddie. I dream of fucking your ass.”

Something was deeply bothering him. I wished that I had known him better growing up. I was beginning to despise my parents.

Stevie climbed up between my thighs and began caressing my ass. “MMM, baby I love when you touch me.” He started rubbing his erect cock up and down my ass crack. I realized that I had left the KY in the living room and hoped Stevie wasn’t going to try to enter me dry.

He reached down and slid his erect cock into my pussy and began stroking me slowly. Just as I was starting to get into it, I felt a cold dollop of KY hit my asshole. The sweet man had grabbed it after all. He used a finger to work the lube all over my small pucker and pushed some inside. Between the cock in my pussy and his finger working in my ass I came as hard as I ever had. I knew Stevie was fighting off his impending orgasm because he was making that “huffing” sound, but he pulled out of my pussy and held off for a moment.

“Oh baby. Are you ready to fuck my ass?”

“Almost babe.”

He squirted KY into my ass crack and began to rub his cock in it. I was getting so turned on by his cock gliding through my crack. Finally I reached back with both hands and spread my ass open for him. He placed his purple helmet against my little brown knot and started to put pressure on it.

“Are you ready baby?”

“Oh Stevie, I’m so ready it hurts.”

He grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back. We both knew that he couldn’t hold me if I didn’t want but I was somewhat turned on by the feeling of being under his control. He pushed and I bore down as if to poop. The head and an inch or two of his shaft was now embedded in my colon.

“Oomph, Oh fuck that thing is big.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Fuck no!! Just go slow baby.”

He pressed another inch or so into my ass and held. My sphincter was relaxing much quicker than our first time so I told him to give me more. Soon he had half of his glorious dick up my ass.

“Oh fuck yeah baby! I love it!”

I pushed up just a bit as he pushed in and he had all but an inch of his cock in my ass. He started to slowly withdraw until the head was left inside then he pushed forward again. After a few strokes like this I felt his balls hit my pussy and I knew his cock was completely in my ass.

“Do it baby! Fuck my tight ass! Ughh.”

At my encouragement he began sawing in and out of my tight asshole. He grabbed my hips and stepped up his assault on my ass. His balls kept slapping against my pussy, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. Stevie was pumping me for all he was worth and I was in heaven. I had enjoyed our first time in my ass a lot, but this time was over the top!

I could hear a keening, mewling sound filling the room. Just as I tried to figure out what it was, I realized it was me. I didn’t seem capable of making rational sounds. Stevie was breathing hard and I could feel his cock starting to swell. At the same time I could feel the heat deep in my loins, signaling my impending orgasm. As it built and exploded through me, I felt Stevie’s cock spew its white hot load deep into my bowels. We collapsed in a sweating heap, with Stevie kissing the back of my neck and rubbing me all over.

I know Stevie woke up around three again in a panic. I was so wiped out from all the sex, my pussy and anus were well past sore, a good sore, but sore none the less.

“Are you ok baby?” I asked groggily, “Come back to bed.”

“I uh, I, I I just need some air.” I thought it almost sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “Go back to sleep. I’ll join you shortly.”

He left the room. I tried to wait for him but I was exhausted and fell asleep. I dreamed of Stevie lost in a dark cavernous space. He ran around looking for help but none was to be found. An ominous dark presence seemed to suck all of the light out of everything. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t reach him to pull him to safety.

I awoke around nine and was in bed alone. Stevie’s side was cold like he hadn’t been in bed for a while. I got up and slipped into one of mom’s robes and went to see if he was making breakfast. He wasn’t in the kitchen or living room. I went upstairs and found no sign of him. His duffel bag and clothes were still in my room, as was his coat. I went back down and looked in the garage. His car wasn’t there.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number. I heard a sound coming from the living room. I went out to find his cell phone was on the table where he’d set it last night. I began to wonder if he’d just run out to get something, but I had a suspicion that he had fled.

The message light on my phone was blinking. I looked and there were over 50 text messages from Mark. All of them said “Call Me ASAP!” There were a dozen voice mails as well. I listened to a couple of them, where Mark called me a tease and a whore. The last one said he was going to gang bang me with the football team.

“Gang bang me? We’ll see who gets pounded bitch.” I said as I called an old friend of mine who had connections on the football team. Byron Childress was more than happy to make a call or two and make sure Mark Grant would never lay a finger on me.

I showered and got dressed then sat around waiting to see if Stevie would return. A little after 1:00 his phone rang. I looked at and it was Shelby calling. I debated what I was going to tell her, and then figured the truth would be best.

“Hi Shel.”

“Maddie? Why are you answering Stevie’s phone?”

“He came to stay with me while our parents are in Cali. He’s been here since Monday evening.”

“How sweet of him. Can I talk to him hon?”

“I don’t know where he went…” I proceeded to tell her about his nightmares and how he wasn’t here this morning when I got up. She told me that she’d noticed his bad dreams as well and called her mother in and out me on speaker phone. I told them I would drive around a bit this afternoon looking for him.

“We’ll be back home tomorrow around noon.” Heidi said, “I’ll try to help him after you locate him. Here is my suggestion…..”

We formulated a plan, and then I went looking for my brother. I drove around to all of the places I knew he went. There was no sign of him at the music shop, nor was he at Mike’s father’s shop. As the sun was setting I went by his house and knocked on his door. His neighbor lady came out and asked who I was looking for.

“I’m looking for my brother Steve.”

“He came home around four this morning and left again just after five dear. I haven’t seen him all day.”

A few times that night, I drove by his house, but I never saw any lights on. Around midnight I parked in front of his house to watch for him. I left at 2:00 a.m. and went straight home. I fell asleep by sheer exhaustion around three. I didn’t like being in my parent’s house all alone and desperately wished Stevie was there. I wondered how Shelby would take the news of Stevie and I sleeping together. I figured I’d talk to Heidi first and she’d know how to handle it.

Stevie had been faithful to her up until I told him of my idea of revenge on Mark. I felt fully responsible for him stepping out on Shelby and I would do what I could to see they didn’t break up.

I woke up around noon to my phone ringing. It was Shelby telling me that they were home. She was saddened to hear I had found no trace of Stevie yet. I took a shower and dressed for the day.

I was just getting ready to leave when my cell rang. It was my mom.

“Hi dear, how is everything there? Is the house ok?”

“The house is fine mom. So am I. Stevie has had some sort of breakdown though and I am truly scared for him.” I said as my emotions came pouring out.

“Well maybe if he’d lay off of the drugs he wouldn’t have breakdowns.” I could hear my father in the background saying he wasn’t paying to bail the little fucker out of prison. I assumed that they were not around grandma or grandpa or Aunt Karen.

“Well don’t worry your self over him mom. I’m sure he’ll be just fine. I have to go meet Shelby now.” I hung up and cried for a few minutes. How could they be so shitty towards him? I remember when he moved out how mom had called me and bitched that Steven had left and quit paying them rent. She felt he should pay them back for buying food for him all those years.

I guess now I understood why he stayed so far away from them. I locked the house and left for the day. I drove out to the James’ home and steeled myself to fight for Stevie.

I just walked in the house, as all of us did at each other’s homes. Shelby gave me a huge hug and told me she was heading up to take a shower. I walked into the den and saw Heidi.

“Can we talk mom?”

“Sure Maddie. What’s on your mind baby?”

“Well, I kind of seduced my own brother.”

I proceeded to tell her all about Steve and I getting together at Thanksgiving. I told her everything, including Mark’s shit, and how we got him back. She appeared to mull over everything I said and finally she spoke.

“You and Steve have not had the typical childhoods. Usually parents teach their children that siblings aren’t supposed to feel that way abut each other. You two didn’t get that. Steve especially was neglected and attention starved, no matter what brave face he put on to hide his pain.”

“You are both attractive hormone charged teens. You know you love him, and now he loves you. But since it is a new love, so to speak, you two have pair bonded differently than most siblings do, mainly because you never bonded as children.”

“I know Steve needs a lot of therapy to get past these things. It might not hurt you to talk to someone as well.”

“As for Shelby, I’ll talk to her and help her to understand.”

I told her that I felt I had to be the one who told her, since I was the one who instigated it. She wasn’t sure about the idea, but relented and agreed.

I was still crying when Shelby came down from her shower.

“It’ll be ok Maddie. I know we’ll find him and then mom can help him.”

I then broke down and told her everything. I left out details, like the fact we’d done anal, but I didn’t omit any bouts of sex.

She broke down crying harder than I’d ever seen her cry before. “I guess our wedding is off then,” she said as I started crying harder, the sobs threatening to rip my chest apart. “I can’t be with someone I can’t trust and I obviously can’t trust him. And here I thought he loved me!”

Heidi took Shelby aside and talked to her for almost an hour as I sobbed away an hour in the den. Soon Heidi and Shelby came back in and Shelby hugged me tight and told me everything would be alright. Heidi had told her the things she’d told me and she understood that my parents’ treatment of Stevie was a big factor in all of this.

“I just don’t know if I can marry someone when I can’t stand his parents.” She almost laughed through her tears.

I got enough of a hold on myself to say, “I don’t think you need to worry about that. I doubt he’ll ever go to visit them much.”

We all had a laugh and talked about how we were going to help Steve. Heidi made us a quick lunch, and then Shelby and I went out to see of we could find Steve. Heidi gave me a couple of powerful sedatives to slip to Stevie when we found him, to keep him there until she could come and help.

“Try not to let him drink too much with these.” She said. “They are powerful enough to keep him asleep for at least eight dreamless hours.”

We drove around most of the afternoon with no luck. At diner time we stopped at Desi’s for tacos and ran into Don Reed. We told Don about Stevie and he agreed to keep an eye out, and that he’d call when he saw him. During dinner Charlotte called me, asking for Steve’s phone number. When I asked why she wanted it, she replied that Amanda wanted to be his New Year’s Eve date and if he was a good boy he’d get lucky. Shelby heard this and grabbed my phone.

“Char, you better tell that fat butch bitch that I will slap the bejesus out of her if she steps on foot towards my fiancé!”

All I could do was laugh as I pictured what Char’s face must look like at that moment. I knew Amanda wouldn’t be pleased, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Even if Stevie hadn’t been engaged to Shelby, he wouldn’t have given Amanda the time of day. I got the phone back in time to hear how rude Char thought Shel was. I told her that Stevie had disappeared and she was just a bit worried, but also she didn’t appreciate Amanda trying to horn in on her man.

After dinner we drove around some, still finding no sign of him. Around ten we parked in front of his house. We sat for a while and watched the street. One or two cars drove by in the first hour. I felt the need to tell Shelby something, so I let it fly.

“After we find him and your mom nurses him back to health, I will step out of your way. I won’t ever put myself in position to hurt my brother or my best friend again.”

“No. I don’t think that’s necessary.” She said, “We’ve had our fun before, and we both love Stevie. As long as he is fine with it, I don’t mind sharing with you Maddie. As long as I am his at the end of the day, I’ll be fine.”

“I envy you, you know?”

“Envy me? Why? You have brains, a killer body, you’re great at sports, and could have just about any guy you want. Why would you envy me?”

“Because, when all is said and done, you can marry Steve. You and he can show your true feelings in public and not be scorned. You can have his children. All I could ever do is be a dirty secret, or we’d have to move far away where nobody knows us.”

Shelby hugged me as I cried. “I really resent my parents right now.” I said, “All the years of ignoring and neglecting the only brother I have, years I’ll never get back. I was supposed to protect him and I have failed. I seduce him and damaged him by doing so.”

“Mom will help you through all of this too Maddie. I just wish I’d had the guts to stand up to you, Char and Manda years ago. I have wanted your brother a lot longer than any of you know. I only wish that I had taken his virginity since he took mine.”

I was socked. “WHAT?!” Shelby had dated quite a few guys in school, and had been engaged to Eric since her freshman year of college. “All the guys you dated, being engaged to Eric, and Stevie got your cherry a week ago?”

“I actually broke my hymen with a dildo my junior year. I’ve blown and rubbed off the guys I dated that I let get that far. Eric was the only one to eat me a few times, but Stevie was my first.”

“He was first in my ass. Mark had tried but I gave it to him.” Now it was Shelby’s turn to be surprised.

“You let him put his 8 inch coke can in your ass? How did you ever manage that?”

“I won’t lie, it hurt at first. But after a bit it felt really good, and Steve is a superb lover.”

I don’t know why, but a car pulling up to the curb a block away caught my attention. I watched for the driver to get out but didn’t see one. I was about to remark on the car when a familiar song came on the radio.

Maybe in another life

I could find you there

Pulled away before your time

I can’t deal it’s so unfair

And it feels

And it feels like

Heaven’s so far away

And it feels

Yeah it feels like

The world has grown cold

Now that you’ve gone away

“That’s the song that Stevie is always playing.” Shelby said. She pulled out her phone and used a song ID AP to find that the song was “Gone Away” by The Offspring.

“He played it a lot after Wendy died. If I had been a better sister I would have helped him come out of his depression. I know mom and dad never noticed, well except for dad telling him to quit moping and suck it up. Two days after she died! Once again, a time when Stevie needed someone and no one was there for him.”

“So, who exactly was Wendy?”

“Wendy Pearlman lived just down the street from us. Wendy and Stevie were pretty much inseparable. I truly believe that they would have married and grown old together if she was still alive.”

“Stevie had a nasty case of the flu one year. He was in bed for three days before anyone thought to check on him. Wendy was the one. She came over every day to feed him soup and crackers. She cleaned him up, she changed his bed, and between her and her mother, they had Stevie nursed back to health. I kept expecting Mrs. Pearlman to call DSS on my mom and dad, but she never did.”

“One day Wendy and her brother David went skiing up at Mount Sugar. They were returning home that afternoon through the Seven Lakes region. A snowplow going the other way slid on a curve and veered into the east bound lane. The Honda Civic they were in didn’t stand a chance.”

“I think I remember hearing about that. How did Stevie take it?”

“He was depressed for the longest time. Of course mom and dad were no help. Dad kept calling him a cry baby, and mom would never comfort him. He spent three weeks pretty much in his room. He didn’t eat much if at all and he barely slept. I could hear him crying at night. What did I do? Go comfort him? Reassure him that things would be ok? NO. I complained to dad that he was keeping me awake. Dad threatened to have him locked up if he didn’t cut his weepy bullshit.”

“Don Reed is Wendy’s uncle. He and his wife Pam pretty much held Stevie together and I am grateful to them for that. But I failed him I can’t fail him again.”

An hour later it dawned on me that I had never seen anyone get out of the car I had seen park earlier. But it was possible that while Shelby and I gabbed they got out and I just missed it.

About three o’-clock we’d had enough and decided to leave. I drove to the end of the block and turned the corner to head home. As I turned, the headlights on the car I had been watching came on. I got about half a block and stopped in time to see Stevie’s Nova go through the intersection behind us. He had sat there waiting for us to leave.

“That was him Maddie. Let’s go get him.”

“We should wait. He might just keep on driving if he thinks we’re after him. I have a plan, but I need to check a few things out first.”

I took her home and then went home and got mom’s car. I parked where I could watch Mike’s father’s shop. A little after six, Stevie pulled up to the shop, went in and opened a bay door and pulled his car in and closed the door. As the door closed I saw a white van that looked like one that drove past us last night before Stevie parked to wait us out.

I went home and took a shower. I slept well, knowing that I had a long night again tonight. I was sure my plan would work; I just hoped Heidi could help him before it was too late.

Steve

“Oh you fucking stupid ass mother fucker!!!!! Couldn’t wait another minute, could you? Impatient FUCK! Let’s just get our tired ass home before she can turn around.” I ranted to my self for my stupidity.

I knew I had fucked up as soon as I turned on my headlights. But truth be told I was so tired I was tempted to “roofie” myself just to get some sleep. I had spent part of yesterday in my office until Charley called and told me it was vacation time and to get my ass out and have fun. So I went to the shop and tried to sleep.

I can never remember the dreams, but I know they are getting worse. I can’t sleep more than half an hour at a time. I just have to make it until Monday when the Navy recruiter could sign me up and get my ass on a ship. So I hurried home and got into my house before she turned around and came back.

I drove through the driveway and parked in the garage and quickly got inside. I went straight to bed, but I only slept for maybe twenty minutes before I would wake feeling more afraid than I have ever felt. I gave up trying a little before six and decided to go back to hiding at the shop. I could nap and nobody would know I was there.

I got to the shop and open the bay door. As I was pulling my Nova inside I could have sworn I saw Dianne’s car sitting just up the block. I closed the door and got into the back of the shop van and tried, in vain, to sleep. I looked outside a while later and the car I saw was gone. I tried all day long to sleep but failed.

Finally at 11:00 that night I decided to take the van and see if my house was being watched. Even as tired and hungry as I felt I knew I would have to polish off my vodka at home and probably make a dent in Mike’s whiskey or tequila.

I cruised the van up the ‘Vard and saw no one out, so I cruised by the house and went up and down the streets surrounding the house. Satisfied that I would be alone I went back to the shop and got my Nova. I half expected to find Maddie waiting for me when I got there but she wasn’t around. I garaged my car and went to the front door. I opened it and stepped inside.

“Man you have to work on your awareness. Never even looked in the corner of the porch….Asshole!!! We’d be fucked in a bad neighborhood.” This is the thought that ran through my head as a hand covered my mouth and an arm went under my chin to restrain me. I didn’t even have the energy to scream into the hand. Maybe they’d knock me out so I could sleep.

I was spun around into a loving hug from my own sister. There were tears in her eyes as she held me tightly to her. “Why did you run from me? What did I do baby?”

“It’s not you. It’s the dreams. They are becoming too much to handle.”

“What do you dream about?”

“I can never remember. I just know I am afraid to go to sleep but I am so damn tired I can’t see straight.”

“Why run and hide? Why join the military? None of these help you with dreams.”

“She doesn’t want me around you or Shel. I was trying to lie low until the navy recruiter’s office opens up Monday so I could join. I don’t want to make you guys feel bad and make you feel you can’t comfortably move on. If I stay I’d be a reminder to both of you and that would be painful to us all. But if I’m on a ship away from everybody, it’ll give me peace and you and Shel can move on and be happy.”

“Who is she?”

She? Had Maddie lost her mind? “What do you mean “she”?”

“You said “She.” I just wanted to know who you meant. And I don’t want you to go away. I’ve just discovered you and it hurts to know you want to go to sea. Shelby won’t like it either. It’ll be hard to plan a wedding with you gone.”

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. “I don’t deserve her. I had sex with you after I hooked up with her and not to mention Heather and Evelyn. She won’t want to marry me after she finds out and I can’t hide it from her. She deserves much better than…..”

“Steven Sheppard, I think I’ll decide who and what I deserve and I already know about you and Maddie. I want you and you alone.” Shelby ran across the room and held me tight. I hugged her back and cried into her hair. “We’re going to get you through this baby.”

“Do you want to help him get cleaned up while I go get us some food, and maybe something to drink?” asked Maddie

Maddie left and Shelby took me into the bathroom. She stripped and we got into the shower. She started washing me and I started crying again. “You’re gonna hate me, but I have to tell you about Maddie and I.”

“I could never hate you baby. I know about you and Maddie. I was hurt and mad, but mom talked to me and made me understand several things. She’ll help you too.”

“Oh god. Your mom knows? Oh fuck she must think I am a sick pervert. She’ll tell your dad and he’ll forbid you and I being together. Why don’t you two just let me join the Navy?”

She turned me to face her, and looked deep into my eyes and held my gaze. “Because, you silly oaf, if you are at sea we can’t be together. And I don’t want to be apart from you. Baby I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We’re going to grow old and have babies, and grandbabies, we are going to have a great life sweetheart. I wouldn’t want anyone else”

“I also had a threesome with Heather Boyd and Evelyn Hernandez.”

“When did this happen?” She looked to be on the verge of tears.

“Tuesday, when I went to tutor Heather.”

“Last Tuesday? Christmas Eve?”

“No, her parents were there last Tuesday. Then it must have been the Tuesday before.”

She smiled and was visibly relieved. “We hooked up the next day babe. You didn’t cheat by doing that. I know you’re not a cheat Steve. You’re mixed up, and we’ll get you through that, but you aren’t a cheater. I love you with every fiber of my being. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

She helped me finish my shower and we went back into the front room just as Maddie came in with the food. The smell of Taco Bell permeated the house. I ate well and found I was hungrier than I had originally thought. I drank about half of my Mountain Dew and then topped my glass of with vodka. Maddie looked at me and shook her head.

“It might no be wise to drink too much as tired as you are baby.”

“It’ll take more alcohol than I have here to make me sleep. I know. I’ve tried.”

I drank my glass as we talked. I think Shelby was filling us in on her Christmas in Chicago. I started feeling really out of it and was having problems staying awake. I knew it was more than the vodka. I’d been roofied. That was the last thought that went through my head as the room faded from view.

Maddie

Stevie finally passed out and Shelby and I moved him down the stairs and put him in his bed. “We should have drugged him down here. He’s heavy for a scrawny little guy.”

Shelby laughed and stripped him down to his shorts and covered him up. “I’m beat, I know that much. Are you ready for bed?”

“Yeah. I think we ought to just sandwich him in and sleep here in case he has issues in the night.”

“Ok. I hope he’s going to be ok.”

“He will be.” I said. I went upstairs and made sure the house was locked up and threw the trash away. I went back down and saw that Shelby had already fallen asleep and was spooned into Stevie. I lay down on the other side of him and was soon asleep myself.

I woke around ten the next morning and went to get breakfast. There was a New York style deli a mile from Stevie’s house and they had the best bagels. I went and got a variety of bagels and some different toppings. Stevie and Shelby were still asleep when I got back.

Somehow between the time I left and the time I got back they had rolled into each other and were locked in a lover’s embrace. I felt a bit sad, because they looked like they belonged together. Stevie occasionally whimpered or cried out in his sleep, and I knew the only thing keeping him asleep were the sedatives I slipped in his drink last night.

Heidi called around noon to say she’d be here at two. Shelby woke up just after I hung up. She looked at me and got a worried look on her face. “Did he wake you too?”

“No he didn’t. When did he wake you?”

“Several times he cried out in the night. He’d seem to calm down then ten minutes later he’d thrash around again. He calmed a bit when I started holding him.”

“I’m pretty sure the sedatives are the only thing that kept him sleeping. Your mom will be here in a couple of hours. I got bagels from Barb’s if you’re hungry.”

She ate, then we got Stevie up and he ate very little, no matter how I tried to get him to eat more. He looked so scared and haunted. We got Stevie dressed and out to his living room. Heidi showed up right on time and went straight to Stevie. “From now on, young man, you WILL come talk to me when something is bothering you. George and I consider you to be our son now and we are always ready to help.”

I couldn’t hear his response but I could see he was crying and she was soothing him. I thought to myself that it’s too bad his own mother has never tried to comfort him. Shelby put her arm around me and said, “It’s going to be ok now. Mom can fix him.”

I heard the doorbell and went up to see who was here. I opened the door to find Don Reed and his sister Chris Pearlman.

“Heidi said you found Steven so Chris and I came to help.”

“Mrs. Pearlman. Thank you so much for coming. You always meant so much to Stevie. Don thank you for all you’ve done for him as well.”

“I’m glad you have turned around Madeline. I always worried for Steven. My daughter is the only reason I never called DSS on your folks.” said Chris. “She didn’t want to risk him being taken away from her.”

We went downstairs to the living room. Shelby placed a finger over her lips as we entered the room indicating a need for quiet. Heidi was speaking on soft even tones to Stevie, and he was zoning out. I almost wondered when she’d correct him for not paying attention when I realized he was hypnotized. I moved over closer so I could hear better.

“This might be hard Steve, but you need go back in your mind to the minute you woke up this morning. What do you see?”

“I see Maddie. She’s telling me that she got bagels, but I’m not very hungry. I eat one anyway so she won’t get upset with me.”

“Why would she get upset Steve?”

“Some people get upset if they buy you some food and you don’t eat it.”

There was a chuckle from Don. I felt bad that he thought I’d get mad at him for not eating. Heidi spoke again to Stevie. “Now Steve, I need you to go back to those moments before you woke up. What do you see?”

“Darkness. It’s cold. Fear. Gotta get away. She’s after me…” Stevie started physically trying to get out of the chair. Heidi spoke sharply to him, “Steven! You are safe. Move out of the dream.”

Stevie visibly calmed and seemed to go right back to his previously relaxed state.

“Steve, who is she?”

“She? I don’t understand.”

“You said that “she” was after you. Who is she?”

“I don’t know a she.”

Heidi turned to us and said, “Whatever is bothering him is very deep in his subconscious. I’m going to have to take him deeper. There is a danger of him completely breaking from reality to protect whatever is lurking in there.” She began talking to Stevie on low and steady tones. His eyes took on an eerie twitch that I had heard happens when a patient is in a deeply induced hypnotic state.

“I want you to go into the dark place Steve. That place where your dreams come from. Is she there with you?”

“Yes she’s here. She’s angry that I let you in. I need to join her, but it has to happen accidently or naturally.”

“Is she dead Steve?”

“Yes she is. She needs me to be too. Can’t be suicide.”

A chill ran down my spine when he said this. Has his reckless behavior simply been a means to an end?

“Who is she Steve?” Heidi asked.

“Wendy. She’s waiting for me. She’s upset that I took other women to my bed. I was promised to her and I have broken that promise.”

“Steve, Wendy is dead honey. She’s been dead for four years. She is not telling you that you need to die. The promise was made years ago and while you kept it for so long, no one could expect you to keep it your whole life.”

“I was supposed to keep it. She died angry with me and she is still.”

Heidi looked back at Chris with a questioning look on her face. Chris shrugged and looked surprised. “Was she mad at him when she died? Don’t worry he can’t hear you unless I tell him to listen to you.”

“They had some sort of tiff the night before she died, but I never found out what it was about. I know she was miserable during the ski trip and pressed David to come back early. They called from the ski area just before they left. I know David was upset, but he loved his sister enough to put off skiing to bring her home so she could patch things up with Steve.” She paused and seemed thoughtful.

“For the longest time I blamed him. If he hadn’t pissed her off, they would have been together that day and they would not have left the ski area early. I realized on the last anniversary of their deaths that I should have been there more for him. I knew how lousy his parents were. Heck, I’m still surprised that Madeline is concerned enough with his well being to be here today.”

Shelby was on the verge of tears again, “We can’t let Stevie know that they were coming back early because of him. He’ll never let go of that guilt, and it’ll kill him.”

“I fully agree.” Said Heidi, “I can break that to him in later sessions, and work him through it, but for now he doesn’t need to know.”

“I always loved him. I knew the hell he lived in and never did anything. Wendy was always afraid that the state would take him, if we said anything and she’d never see him again. I would like to know why they were at odds the evening before the ski trip though.”

“We can find out, I think I have to, it’s part of all of this.” She turned back to Steve. “Listen to me now Steve. I want you to go back to the last evening you were with Wendy. Remember everything about it. Now tell me what happened.”

“Don had given me some magazines. We are in my room reading them quietly. Herb can be a real dick if I make noise. Princess can be as loud as she wants though and neither he nor Dianne ill say shit.”

“I am reading a copy of “Super Chevy.” It is called “The Horsepower Issue.” It has hundreds of tips for making big horsepower in a Chevy. I am already paying Desmond Carlton fifty bucks a week to buy a ragged 1970 Nova Super Sport from him. I only have a few more weeks before I can move the car from his house to Mike’s house. Mike’s dad has already told me I can work on it there until it was drivable then I can use a bay at the shop when I need to.”

“What is Wendy reading Steve?”

“She is reading a copy of “Teen Weekly” that we found in the trash downstairs. I think it was Princess’. Her mom doesn’t let her buy magazines like that so she reads the ones we find around my house.” I loathed hearing his former nickname for me. I suppose it’s how he remembers it not what he feels now.

“I just found a list of tricks to do to heads and intake manifolds that can add an extra fifty horse power. I tell her I am going to do this to my car. She is telling me that she doesn’t want me to make my car go too fast. I tell her the point of having a car like that is to go fast. She is telling me that she has no intention of marrying a corpse, and a fast car will get me killed. I tell her that if I die, I won’t know about it.”

I cringe at his words. I had thought many times, after hearing about how fast his car is that he could so easily die in it.

Stevie continued. “Now she’s throwing the magazine across the room and yelling at me. I see the tears in her eyes and I feel my heart aching. I can’t believe I said something so stupid to her. I’d rather die than hurt her. She says not to talk to her ever again. I start to follow her, begging her to listen. I try to apologize for my stupidity. She leaves and I know now I won’t be going skiing with her tomorrow. I turn to back into my room and Princess is laughing at me. She says, “Smart move jerk off. Now you’ve pushed out the one person on this planet that can stand you.” I go into my room and go to bed.”

Once again I am reminded of the many times I could have made a difference in his life. I could have comforted him and helped him, but I chose to ridicule him. I also realize that I had just learned for the first time that he was supposed to be with Wendy and David that day. Shelby realized it too and we hugged each other. “I could have lost him before I ever got a chance to know him.” She said

I didn’t know why my parents dislike him so much, but I was never going to say a cross word to him again. I would be a better sister than he could ask for. I could see tears running down Chris’ face. Don held her and comforted her.

“Now let’s move forward Steve. Tell me about the day she died. How did you find out?”

“”Herb just announced that the Pearlman kids were killed, and sat down to eat as if nothing was wrong. I just went to bed. Herb took Princess and me to the funeral, but we left right after the prayer. Princess wanted to go to the mall, so we hurried out of the chapel. I wanted to say good bye, but I never got to.”

I had to leave the room at this point. I went upstairs and sat on the sofa and cried. After a while Heidi came up and sat next to me. “I know it’s hard for you to hear how rotten you were to your brother. No one thinks any less of you. We can all see that you are becoming the sister he needs. He has forgiven you for the past. Now you need to forgive yourself and get strong. I think I got him past the worst of it. I am giving him some samples of meds I want him on. They are going to make him sleep a lot. He’s going to need you and Shelby for the next few days.”

I just nodded. I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. Heidi told me I should seek out a therapist when I got back to school. She took my hand and pulled me upright and hugged me. “You’re doing right by him sweetheart. He knows and appreciates. Now let’s go back down. Don is going to Angelo’s to get dinner.”

We got back down stairs to see Shelby on one side of Stevie, holding his hand and adoring him. He looked washed out and wasted. Chris sat on the other side of him, telling him that he needed to come see her and Ron once in a while. They considered him like a son and would welcome visits from he and his lovely bride. Don came back with fried chicken, spaghetti, salad and hot garlic bread. We all ate then some started to leave.

Don gave Stevie a hug and looked him dead in the face. “You know how much Pam and I love you kiddo. Don’t you ever hesitate to call me anytime you need anything.” said Don. Chris then hugged Stevie to her like a baby and just held him. Years of pent up sorrow and regret were dispelled and I realized that Stevie had family that loved him after all. My heart broke, knowing that his real family, well two thirds of them didn’t care one iota about him.

Chris asked me to walk her to her car. We walked up the stairs and out into the cold night. “I held bad feelings toward Steve for the longest time.” Chris said, “I blamed him for my kids’ deaths and always wished I could make him pay for that. Ron and I were at their grave on Christmas day when he just turned and said, “We should have spirited Steve away from Herb and Dianne.” “What ever for?” I asked. He just turned and looked thoughtfully at me and said, “He was the most innocent victim of all of this. David looked at him as a little brother, and Wendy worshipped the ground he walked on and he thought she walked on water. We left him to those monsters because of our own pain.” He had a point. Listening tonight to Steve talk about the fucked up way Herb treated him when he needed love and support the most made me realize the Ron was right. It was criminal of us to leave him there.”

I felt tears rolling down my face, matching the ones I saw on hers by the streetlights. “Take care of him Madeline. Cherish him while you have him because you never know what tomorrow might bring.” We hugged and then she got in her car and left. I stood there thinking of things she had said. Steve would have been loved if they had taken him. He likely would have gone farther in school and maybe even went to college. I went back inside, pondering the big “what ifs.”

Don was coming out as I went. “It means a lot to all of us that you’re helping him Maddie. He’s needed someone in his life to look after him for quite a while. Mike and I can only be there so much, but I doubt even Mike knew what was going on in Steve’s head. Heidi will explain most of it to you.” We hugged and then he left.

I got downstairs and saw Shelby holding Stevie on the sofa, like he would float away if she loosened her grip even slightly. She looked haunted and he looked wasted. Heidi loaded a syringe with something and gave Stevie an injection. “This will help you sleep and hopefully keep you from having a severe reaction to the pills.” She looked at Shelby and me, “I told him to come to my office every Tuesday after four. The pills will make him sleep while his brain chemistry adjusts. No alcohol for him for at least a week. The reaction could be deadly for him.” She hugged all of us, and kissed Stevie on the cheek. “I’m so happy my daughter connected with you Steven. Trust in me and everything will be better for you. I promise.”

She beckoned me to accompany her out. When we got outside she finally spoke. “He is lucky to be alive. Part of his subconscious was convinced he needed to die to rejoin Wendy. He knew suicide was counter-productive, so he took risks that he shouldn’t have. If he had been more athletic he’d probably been sky diving and base jumping.” She seemed reflective for a moment. “I’m sure that if he were so inclined, he could sue your parents and win on the basis of mental cruelty. I won’t mention it to him simply because you could be caught in the cross-fire, and you are working too hard to right your wrongs with him.”

“Are you sure he has gotten the need to die and be with Wendy out of his head?”

“I can’t be 100% sure so we’ll have to take precautions with him. You and Shelby need to push him to take Brandi, or any other girl you trust cruising with him, with explicit instructions that if he is going to race, they refuse to leave his car.”

“Why a girl?” I asked suddenly feeling a tad jealous.

‘A girl we trust is more likely not to egg him into a race. A male might bruise his ego should he back out of a race, but a young lady needing to be somewhere gives him a face saving out.”

I wondered how comfortable Shel would be having her sister, who already had designs on Stevie, spending alone time in his car regularly.

“Get some rest Maddie, you’ve done well and earned it. I’ll call you or Shelby tomorrow.”

She left and I went back down. Shelby was still clinging tightly to a dozing Stevie. Her love for him was unmistakable. “Maybe we should get him to bed Shel. We need some rest too.”

“Okay, I know I feel tired.”

We got Steve stripped down and into bed. Shelby turned off the lights and snuggled in by his right side. I lay on his left and sleep took me quickly.

“I am a horrible person,” she said. “A big part of me is happy that Wendy died. If she was alive, Stevie would likely be married to her already, and I would have never discovered him. I feel like I’ll never make him as happy as she would have. She was probably quite pretty wasn’t she? I see how pretty Chris is, I just can’t compete with that.”

“You are gorgeous Shel. Guys would line up just to get a peek at you in a snow suit. Wendy wasn’t as pretty as her mother. She and Stevie had been close since third grade, and just always were with each other. He’s yours babe, don’t ever doubt that. No, you’re not a bad person for being happy she’s dead. I don’t think you’re really happy she’s dead, you’re just grateful that you have Stevie.” She settled down and we all slept.

I dreamt that Mark had never sent his text messages and Stevie and I moved to Oklahoma and lived as man and wife. Deep down I knew Shelby could make him happier than I ever could. They wouldn’t have to hide their relationship from anyone.

Stevie slept through the next day, waking only long enough to take his meds and pee. Shelby and I sat around all day working on our school work and catching up on gossip. Heidi came by at one point and checked on him. She said he was doing just fine and told us to come by the house tomorrow to get a party tray for our New Year’s Eve celebration. She’d even bought us some sparkling cider since Stevie had to go on the wagon for a while.

We ordered a pizza for dinner and we couldn’t get Steve to wake up even to eat. Shelby and I tucked in next to Steve and slept. I woke early to find Steve was sitting and watching Shelby and I sleep “What are you doing up baby?”

“I had a headache and took some ibuprofen for it. I saw you two sleeping and you guys looked too peaceful to crawl back in and disturb you.”

“Well climb back in babe. You can’t disturb me now.”

He got back into bed and I nuzzled into him. Shelby sighed in her sleep and wrapped her self around him. I dozed back off happy knowing he was showing signs of life again. I don’t remember dreaming, but I was sure I did. When I woke again, Stevie was gone.

Steve

I knew I had slept way too much just the way my body felt when I crawled back out of bed after Maddie fell back to sleep. I went outside to see of the paper had been delivered. I didn’t have a subscription, but Shirley did. I looked at the date line and was shocked that it was Tuesday, December 31st. New Year’s Eve had arrived and I couldn’t remember a single day since Christmas.

I went in and showered. I looked for half an hour or so for my cell phone but couldn’t find it. I had several things I had to get done so I set out on my tasks. I stopped at the Sunrise Bakery on my way to Charley’s and got a couple of bear claws and a cup of coffee. By 6:30 I was in my office and getting the orders together to stock the store for the upcoming week. At 9:00 Charley called and asked me how everything was going. “I figured that after spending the holidays with that girl of yours you’d never come back to work.”

I laughed and told him I had about another hour to finish my current tasks and that I’d see him on Thursday. I had just e-mailed our drum distributer when my phone rang again. It was Shelby. She seemed to be near hysterics. “Oh god baby, I thought you had skipped out on us again.” She began crying and I tried to calm her down.

“Baby, I didn’t want to wake you guys this morning, but I had to get some work done.”

“How much do you have to do today?”

“I have to go to the shop at 11:00 to release a car, then I have to go tutor Heather. I have to go see your mom after that and then I’ll be home.”

I did a few more tasks at the office and then headed for the shop. I was only there for twenty minutes when Mrs. Davis showed up for her Volvo. I collected her money and gave her the repair ticket. I left out the part where Mike’s dad told me to tell her to quit being such a nit picky cunt. She left and I just hung out for a while. I wasn’t due at Heather’s for another hour. While I was cleaning up my bottles from the days I had spent here, Shelby and Maddie pulled up. Maddie had found and charged my cell phone.

“Thank you so very much. I looked around for it this morning and had figured I’d lost it.”

“You left it at the house on Christmas Stevie,” said Maddie.

‘You know, I still can’t remember much of what happened since then? It’s like the whole week just disappeared. I remember Shelby washing me last night.”

“Um baby, that was Saturday night.”

I looked at them and asked, “Am I going crazy?”

“No babe,” said Maddie. “You have some issues, but Shel’s mom is gonna get you past them.”

At that moment as if on cue, my cell rang. It was Heidi.

“Steve, I just wanted to remind you to come by my office this afternoon, and darling?”

“Yes mom?”

She laughed, “No alcohol tonight. It won’t mix well with your meds.”

She reminded me again to see her later on and hung up. Maddie, Shelby and I then went to Buddy Burgers and had lunch. We rode in Maddie’s car since it was more practical. Lunch seemed to end too soon, of course the time seems to fly when I’m with Shelby or Maddie. They took me back to my car and Shelby sent me off with a kiss that made my ass pucker. “Behave yourself buddy boy, or I just might have to spank you”

“The object is to get him to behave. He might want you to spank him.”

I left to go to the Boyd’s house to tutor Heather. When I got there Allison and Jefferson seemed to have party preparations going in full swing.

“Hi Steven, would you like some food? Something to drink?”

“I would love vodka straight up, but a glass of your famous punch will do.” I said in what I hoped was a funny manner. Ali brought me a glass of punch as I joined Heather at the piano. She played for an hour or so, and I noticed I didn’t have to correct very much at all. When we were done, Heather walked me out to my car.

“Steve, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. I am always at your disposal.”

“I wish that were true.” She said in a sad tone. “Shelby is so lucky. I just want to know, if you didn’t have Shelby James, would you consider being with me?”

I kissed her forehead and got a smile. “I should be so lucky as to have someone like you. I just always thought you were out of my league.”

“Well you’re not out of mine. Shelby better not mess up with you, ’cause I am gonna be ready to snatch you up.”

I drove home feeling pretty good. I don’t know why these beautiful girls wanted my skinny little ass, but I liked it. My last stop was at the Briarwood Professional building. Here were offices for lawyers, dentists, a chiropractor, and one Doctor of psychiatry, Dr. H. P. James.

I went in and got a funny look from her receptionist.

“Can I help you?” she asked with an unmasked contempt, like I was something that needed to be scraped off an old shoe.

“I have an appointment with Heidi.”

“Dr. James has no appointments now.” She replied in a snotty manner. I was just about to leave when Heidi opened her office door. “Just where do you think you are going young man?”

“Away, just like this lady wants me too. She said you have no appointments so I figured I’d just leave.”

“Lorraine, this is my son in law Steven. He is to be seeing me every week at this time.”

“Yes Dr. James. Please go in sir.”

I followed Heidi into her office and sat in a huge leather chair. She asked me a few questions about how I was feeling. I told her that I was tired. She informed me that the meds had something to do with it and I would get used to them soon. She taught me a few mental exercises to try and then reminded me about no alcohol.

I drove home contemplating all that had gone on today. I hoped my mental issues were done. I pulled up in my driveway and could hear music from inside my house. It was nice to have someone to come home to, now that will take some getting used to. I went in and Shelby greeted me with a hug and kiss. “So is she ready for the contest?”

“She’s more than ready. I don’t even have much to polish with her.”

“You look tired babe. Shel and I have to go to her house to get some food trays and stuff, so why don’t you take a nap and we’ll get you up when we get home.

I kissed them both and kicked off my shoes and lay down. I don’t think they made it to the top of the stairs before I dropped off.

I was awakened a while later by soft lips nibbling at the back of my neck, and a hand caressing my ass. The hand worked to the inside of my thigh, coming ever closer to my hardening cock. I feigned sleep for a bit as my lover got bolder. She stated nibbling at my ear and pushed her hand down in my pants and was rubbing my ass and balls. I moaned and then my pants were pulled roughly off of me and I was rolled over. Before I had a chance to see who was attacking me a mouth engulfed my cock and started working it like a pro.

I reached for her head and played in her hair. Just as I looked down to see that my current lover was Maddie, Shelby’s voice boomed from the doorway to my room. “What the fuck is going on here?!”

Shelby

I was a little worried about how tired Stevie looked when he came home that evening. Maddie and I had cleaned up his rooms and got rid of many liquor bottles. Most were empty which scared me a bit. I didn’t remember there being that much here a week ago.

When we got back from lunch we took a nap. We were both hoping to need our energy that night. “Are you sure you want to share Stevie with me?” asked Maddie.

“Yes I’m sure sweetie. I doubt he’ll object. He loves you deeply.”

“What do you think of your mom’s idea of having Brandi ride a lot with Stevie?”

“Let’s just say that I trust Stevie. Mom will threaten Brandi I’m sure.”

I’d been harboring a secret and felt I had to ask Maddie’s opinion. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anytime darling,” she said in a low mock masculine voice. “What can I do for you?”

“I think I did a bad thing. When we were in Chicago for Christmas, I went out with Eric. We had planned to do that when we were still engaged, and he had never canceled the reservations to one of Chicago’s finest restaurants. He called me before we flew out and asked if I’d go with him just as friends. Part of me said I shouldn’t, but another part of me kind of wanted to see him again.”

“We had a nice dinner and talked for a while. He asked if I’d like to go dancing at one of his favorite clubs. I agreed and we went. While we talked I admitted that I had slept with Stevie. Something in him changed. He became more forward as the night went on. During one dance, he had his hands on my ass and was rubbing his cock on my leg. I got a little lost in the moment and kissed him. It was more a passionate kiss than we’d ever had before.”

“Please tell me you didn’t…”

“No kissing was as far as it got, but I still feel really guilty over it. Do you think I should tell Stevie?”

“No, I don’t think that would do you any good. I have a suspicion that Stevie might be pretty insecure. If he thinks you want someone else he’ll likely back off and let you be happy. If you were any one else I’d steer him away from you. But I know you won’t take advantage of him.”

We finally napped. My mom would leave her office at five, so we got up and got ready to leave at 4:30. Stevie came home looking like death warmed over. We told him to take a nap while we went to get the party trays that mom had for us.

I changed clothes and rejoined everyone downstairs. My dad was regaling Brandi and Maddie with one of the stories I’d heard several times. Maddie was a good sport though. Everyone loved dad, that’s just the kind of guy he is.

As we were leaving, Dad told us not to let Stevie drink. He already loved Stevie like a son. It didn’t hurt that Stevie was a car buff.

Mom walked out to the car with us and told us, “Girls, take it easy on Steven. I’m not sure how much…..physical activity he can take. Now you three have a wonderful evening and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Take that to Steve for me and tell him your dad and I send our love.”

We drove to Maddie’s house so she could grab some clothes and “a couple of other things” as she put it. I looked around the living room again and was once again saddened by the lack of “family” photos depicting Stevie. When Maddie came down stairs we left for Stevie’s house.

“I can’t believe I used to look up to Herb and Dianne like I did.” I said as I fought back tears. “It’s so wrong that they treated him that way. We all treated him badly.”

“I know. I was the worst. I used to let Charlene threaten to sic her brother on him. I have so much to learn about him, and I feel like it’s too late. I missed so much.” She started crying.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up over it Maddie. Your parents encouraged that behavior and rewarded you. You only sought their approval.”

“Well look at you, there little miss psych major.” She laughed. “Your mom must rub off on you.”

“No. It’s what she told Stevie. He came out of his hypnosis pretty mad at you. It almost undid everything you have worked for in a few minutes. Mom was able to get him to think past that and remember the way you have been since Thanksgiving.”

She smiled a little. “I love your mom. I think Stevie does too. But you know, if I wasn’t his sister, you’d have a battle on your hands over him.”

I just looked at her and said, “I promise I’ll always treat him right.”

When we got back to the house, Maddie and I took all of the stuff we brought in and put it downstairs. I went back upstairs to put some ice in a Styrofoam cooler we had brought to keep sodas and the sparkling cider cold in. I went back down and set the cooler near the food. I walked into Stevie’s bedroom to see Maddie buck naked, and beginning to suck on his thick hard cock. She’d obviously been teasing him for a few minutes since his wonderful organ stood primed and ready. “What the fuck is going on here?!”

Stevie’s eyes got as large as saucers and Maddie only mildly jumped. Stevie immediately began tearing up and trying to escape his sister and his bed. I realized that I probably hadn’t pulled the best of pranks and had panicked the man I love.

“Baby! Baby its ok.” Said Maddie

“I was joking sweetie,” I said, “Lay back down and enjoy. Maddie and I can share if you don’t object.”

He lay back down and was shaking. His cock had completely deflated and he was as pale as a sheet. Maddie moved up and just held him. I climbed on the bed and kissed him fully on the mouth and held him too. We both held and caressed him until he stopped sobbing and shaking.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, “I didn’t know who was….”

“Shhhh” I said, “It was fine baby. I wasn’t mad. I’m sorry for playing a mean trick on you.”

“I’m sorry too sweetie,” said Maddie. “I couldn’t resist waking you that way. I have wanted to since our first night together, but we hadn’t a real opportunity to wake up next to each other like that.”

We both started caressing him then, and kissing him. We took turns sticking our tongues down his throat. After a few minutes he finally relaxed and started kissing and caressing back. He started sucking on my tits through my shirt as Maddie began kissing her way down his body back to where she was before. I moaned as he pulled my nipple into his mouth and started flicking his tongue over it. He moaned on my nipple as Maddie engulfed his cock once more. She had about half of it in her mouth and was stroking the rest. Her hand was coming nowhere near closing around his thick staff.

I disengaged long enough to remove my clothes and rejoined them on the bed. I straddled Stevie’s face, while facing his feet. I leaned down and licked his lower belly and shared his cock with Maddie. We both licked up his cock and met just above the head in a passionate kiss. Maddie broke the kiss and said “I have to have this magnificent cock in me. Do you mind Shel?”

“Not at all. As long as he’s mine when all is said and done I don’t mind sharing with you at all.”

She began riding his mammoth fuckstick and we were playing with each other’s nipples. We’d kiss from time to time and I thought to myself I had never dreamed of anything hotter than what we were doing at the moment.

Maddie leaned back, putting her hands by Stevie’s feet as she pumped him. I could see the way his cock stretched her lips and her juices making his beautiful pole all shiny and wet. She looked so sexy with her lean athletic body stretched back and that thick rod impaling her. I could almost see her internal organs reorganizing themselves to make room for the hard invader.

Her breathing was becoming ragged and her skin was getting red and sweaty. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me as her climax over took her. She bit into my shoulder as she came, and I was tweaking her nipples. As she coasted down from her peak I felt my own impending orgasm heating up through my loins and into my belly.

I shrieked as it tore through me and convulsed on Stevie’s face. He kept his magic tongue flicking and poking through all of it. As I was beginning to come back down, Maddie latched her mouth on one breast and twirled the nipple of the other with her left fingers. Her right fingers sought out my clit, and began strumming it as Stevie continued to lick my cunt. I wrapped my arms around Maddie and pulled her tightly to my chest.

Stevie began pounding up into her and soon had her cumming again. I reached down and started flicking her little joy buzzer making her climax become even more intense. She let out a high pitched squeal that I was sure had every dog on the southwest side of town barking then lifted up off of him and collapsed on the bed. She lay there panting and barking “Oh God” over and over.

“Fuck Stevie, I swear I could become addicted to you.” She said. I lifted off of Stevie’s face and spun around to face him. I leaned down and sucked his tongue.

“Are you ready for me baby?” I asked as I reached down and grabbed a hold of his rock hard cock. I straddled his cock, poising the head right at the entrance of my sopping wet cunt.

“Oh yes Shel, impale yourself on that hot spear. That looks so amazing!” said Maddie.

I got the head in and lowered myself slowly down until it was all inside me. I came as soon as he bottomed out in me. Maddie was rubbing his chest, focusing on his nipples as I began to stroke up and down on his magnificent rod. I was picking up speed and Steve was rising up to meet me. Maddie moved around behind me and positioned herself between Stevie’s thighs. She reached up and spread my ass and began licking Stevie’s balls. I felt her hair brushing my ass and Stevie was shuddering and I knew he wasn’t going to last a whole lot longer.

“Oh fuck this is so fucking hot!” said Maddie. “I never knew a pussy could stretch like this.”

For some reason the idea that Maddie was watching her brother’s cock stretching out my cunt really turned me on. I could feel my loins heating up and my nipples were ready to poke some eyes out. A few strokes later I felt the contractions start and my orgasm took me. I cried out and sped up my gyrations on Stevie’s cock. Suddenly I could feel Stevie’s cock swell and he thrust into me harder.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re gonna make …make …m.. Make me c c cum!!”

With that he launched his hot load deep into my womb. Since he hadn’t had sex since Christmas, there was a lot of it. I could feel it pouring back out of me even as he was still shooting it in. Maddie was licking up what she could.

I collapsed on top of him and kissed him so deep it felt like I could tongue his soul. In that moment the kiss I had shared with my ex-fiancé was pushed out of my mind. I had no doubt I wanted to spend my life just like this. I finally rolled off of Stevie and cuddled into him. Maddie went into the bathroom and I just reveled in the feeling.

“I hate saying this after sex, cause it feels to me like I am only saying it because of the sex, but I truly do love you Shelby. I never knew it was possible to feel this way.”

I was tearing up, “I love you too Stevie. I will always be here for you. And I know you’re not saying it because of the sex.”

Maddie came out of the bathroom and asked Stevie, “How much do you love me sweetie?”

“You know I love you more than the law allows.” he said.

“Do you know what I want now baby?”

“I can guess that tube of KY on your hand has something to do with it.”

“Ooh, sexy and smart. Why did you have to be my brother?”

“Blame Herb and Dianne for that one. I’d love to have a different sperm donor and incubator.”

“Well I for one am glad you two share parents. Otherwise I might have never got to meet Stevie and have him in my life.”

“True enough. As long as I get to play with him once in a while before you are married. Speaking of play, Stevie I have a lonely underutilized hole for you.”

I was totally surprised. I had just figured out that Maddie was asking Stevie to fuck her asshole. After having him stretch my pussy I couldn’t imagine how that must feel.

“Well come on over here and I’ll treat you right.”

I moved over, fascinated about what I was about to witness. Maddie crawled up on the bed on all fours. Stevie took the lube from her and got behind her. He squeezed some of the stuff into her ass crack and started working it into her asshole with his fingers. I reached up and took the tube from him and squeezed some into the palm of my hand. I started smearing the lube all over Stevie’s hard cock. I jacked him up and down completely covering his dick with the slick ooze.

He raised himself up and began sliding his cock in her asscrack. She moaned and flushed as he started. “You have to try this Shel. I kid you not, you’ll be hooked in an instant.”

Stevie pulled back and aimed the purple tip of his meat directly at Maddie’s rosebud. He pressed the tip in and she moaned loudly. I reached under and started rubbing her clit. As I did, Stevie pushed about half of his cock into her ass.

“Oomph. Oh fuck that’s incredible.” Maddie said. “God I love it!”

He pulled back until just the head was left in and then pushed in again until only a quarter or so was remaining outside of her ass. I was amazed that her ass was stretched so much to accommodate his girth. “Now this looks fucking hot!” I said.

Stevie again pulled almost all of his cock out and then pushed in to the hilt. He held there for a moment and then started sawing in and out of her ass. Maddie had a death grip on the sheet as Stevie started stroking into her harder. He kept this pace up for about ten minutes. Soon he was sweating and grunting. Then he started pumping a bit faster.

Her face was red and she was sweating all over. I was working her clit and could feel her juices running down my arm. Stevie’s balls were slapping against her pussy as he pounded deep into her ass.

“Fuck me harder baby! Pound my ass!”

Stevie grabbed her hips and started thrusting for all he was worth. I reached under with my unoccupied hand and cupped his balls.

“Oh fuck! I don’t know how much longer I can hold out baby. Your ass is so fucking tight.”

“It won’t be for long, at this rate.” I thought to myself. It sure did look hot though. I reached back and played with my own ass using one of my greasy fingers. It didn’t feel too bad tracing circles around my asshole. I pushed the tip in a bit and moved it a little. It hurt for a second but it wasn’t too uncomfortable.

Maddie flattened herself out on the bed, disengaging from Stevie’s cock. “My arms and legs are getting tired babe. How does this look to you?”

She reached back and spread her ass open. “That looks fucking hot!” we both answered at the same time. Stevie leaned forward and pressed his cock back into her eager hole and resumed fucking it. I could no longer reach her clit so I locked lips with Stevie, then reached under and tweaked her nipples.

“Oh yeah baby! Fuck my tight ass!!”

She reached back again and Stevie grabbed both wrists and raised her arms so that they were straight out behind her and her shoulders had lifted. Stevie was getting way turned on. He was grunting and sweating and I knew he was on the verge of cumming again.

“Oh fuck yeah babe! Fill my ass with your hot seed. Do it! Fuuuuck!”

Maddie came again and that seemed to prove to be too much for Stevie. “Oh yes oh yes oh fuck Maddie! I ‘m cumming too babe!”

Stevie stiffened up and I could tell he was pumping Maddie’s ass full of hot cum. They both collapsed on the bed and lay there panting. He rolled away a bit and I heard the plop as his softening prick dislodged from her colon.

Maddie got up and went into the bathroom while I lay there not sure how I felt about what I just saw. It seemed too special for him to do to her and not to me, but I was scared at the same time. Maybe sharing the man I love just wasn’t the best idea.

“What ya thinking about baby?” Stevie asked.

“Nothing really.” I said and he seemed satisfied to leave it at that. Maddie had come out of the bathroom and had seen the exchange.

“Stevie come here a sec, will ya?” she said beckoning him to her. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I did hear her tell him he needed to get on the ball about things if he intended to keep me. I was puzzled but I pretended not to know what they had said. I got up and began to get dressed.

Steve

I was too tired to think. Something seemed to be bothering Shelby, but when I asked her she said it was nothing. I didn’t fully believe her but I didn’t know what more to do. I had just kind of closed my eyes when Maddie called to me from the bathroom.

“What’s bugging Shel?” she asked.

“Nothing, or so she says.”

“Are you buying it?”

“Not really, but she said nothing so I shouldn’t badger her.”

“When a girl seems bugged, and tells you it’s nothing; it’s something. You need to find out what before it becomes an issue hon. She loves you and it’s fine for you to probe a bit to see what bothers her. It’ll help keep you out of trouble later.”

I went back to where Shelby was starting to get dressed. I spun her around and kissed her full on the lips. “I love you, ya know?”

“I love you too Stevie.”

“So what’s wrong? I can tell something aint right. What did I do?”

She looked surprised. “You didn’t do anything wrong babe. I, er um I guess I just feel a bit jealous of how easy you and Maddie can have sex in front of me. I know I agreed to share, and I don’t want anything to come between the three of us, but I got really jealous when you were in her ass.”

“Do you want me in your ass?”

“I don’t know. I’m kinda scared. I remember how hard it was for you to get into my puss the first time, and my ass is way tighter.”

“We can try,” I said. “If it’s too bad we’ll stop. Maddie can talk you through it like she did me the first time. I don’t ever want to deny you anything, nor do I want you to not ask for something. I’m all yours. All you have to do is say a word and I’ll deliver.”

Maddie came up at that point. “I am willing to leave Steve alone sex wise if that bothers you hon. He is your man.”

“No. You two are great together, I just felt a bit left out when you two did anal.”

“Are you saying you want to try it?” I asked.

She removed her panties again. That was all the answer I needed. “Wait!” Maddie said as she went to the bathroom again. She came back a moment later with a warm wet washcloth. “We need to get him clean first. Sharing pussy juice is one thing, I’m not sure you want to touch him after he’s been in my backdoor.”

Shelby laughed nervously and Maddie began cleaning off my semi hard dick. “Oh I think he likes it.” Said Maddie as a moan escaped my mouth.

“I believe you’re right Ms Sheppard. He seems to be responding favorably.”

As they finished washing me off I noticed my cock was rock hard again and ready for action. I was shaking at the thought of getting Shelby’s ass. I had never asked her since she was so small back there. I was lost in my reverie when I felt the rude coldness of the KY being applied to me. “Sorry baby, I should have warmed it up a bit first.” said Shelby as she coated my prong with the stuff. Soon my rod was stiff, shiny and slick.

“Ok now Ms. James-Sheppard, turn around so we can get you ready. Shelby turned around and showed her delectable little ass. I squirted some of the lube in my palm and warmed it a little before applying it to her anus. I pushed a finger in and started stretching her a tad. I could tell she was enjoying it by the crimson spreading across her back and the chills on her thighs. While I was working my finger in and out of her ass, I reached under with my free hand and put a finger into her pussy. She let out a groan and pushed back a bit.

“Oh god that feels good babe.” She said. I worked a second finger in then and she grunted a bit. “Oh that makes me feel full. Not a bad feeling though. Keep going baby I like it.”

I was pumping my fingers in and out and she was moaning. Then I added a third finger. “Oomph. Oh man that feels so dirty. My ass is getting so stretched out. I think I am ready for your cock though baby. Please?” As she said that I felt her muscles contracting as she came. I kept both hands moving as she screeched out in the throes of orgasm. “oh, oh oh fuck babyyy I’m fucking cumming soooo fucking hard!”

I pulled my fingers out of both holes and she lay on her stomach. She reached back and spread her beautiful ass cheeks and I aimed the head of my rock hard spear at her tight little hole. “Remember, when he starts to push, bear down like you are trying to poop. It’ll help both of you.”

“Okay babe. I’m ready for you.”

I started to push in and felt major resistance. I lifted up and changed my angle a bit and tried again. This time the head just popped in. “Oh fuck!” she said. I started pulling back because I thought I had hurt her. She turned her head and looked at me. I realized I had a tear in my eye from the though of hurting her. “It’s ok baby. Don’t pull out. Just go slow.”

“You’re doin fine Stevie, give her a little more. I pushed until I had about three inches of my cock in her and stopped. Over the next twenty minutes or so I repeated the act of pulling back and then pushing a bit more in until I had it all inside her. I stopped again not only to let her get used to the feeling, but if I started pumping now I was going to cum way too soon.

“Oh god I feel so full baby. I love it! I can’t wait to feel your hot cum deep in my ass!” Her dirty talk almost set me off. I started running through chord progressions in my head as I started slowly fucking her tight ass. Maddie was telling her how good she was doing and telling her how hot it looked to see her ass getting fucked.

“Oh fuck her Stevie. Fuck her good! She’s fucking loving it.” I started pumping a bit faster and I felt Shelby starting to buck like a rodeo horse. She clawed at the sheets and screamed out as she came hard. That finished it for me.

“Oh fuck no! No! Not ye ye ….oh fuck” I felt so bad for cumming so soon. I was overwhelmed by shame. She’d never want a hair trigger for a husband. I had just blown it. I pulled out and moved away and tried to compose my self. I fought the feeling of worthlessness but it was a losing battle. Just as the first tear fell and the sobs hit, I felt two sets of arms around me.

“Hey baby, don’t do this. It was fucking wonderful. Why are you so sad after giving me such pleasure?”

“Come on bro, there’s nothing to tear yourself up about.”

“I ..I …” sobs tore through my chest, “I couldn’t last long enough to let her enjoy. I failed so fucking bad.”

“Baby, look at me.” Shelby gripped my chin and turned my head so that I was looking into her beautiful face. “I loved it! If it had gone much longer I would get sore and might not have enjoyed. You have nothing to feel bad about. Please enjoy the fact that you made me so happy tonight, and the fact that you’re going to continue to make me happy for years and years to come.”

“You are a wonderful lover Stevie. I am so glad that I got to be with you. I truly envy Shel. You have nothing to be ashamed over.”

I calmed down when I realized they weren’t upset with me. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 11:00. “We have an hour ’til the new year. Are you guys ready to eat something?”

They were ready. We didn’t realize how hungry we were until we had polished off the food trays and a pizza we’d ordered. At midnight we toasted with the sparkling cider and I kissed my fiancé for the first time that year. Then I kissed Maddie. At 12:02 her phone rang. She looked at the screen and got a sour look on her face. “Hi mom.”

It was Herb and Dianne. I wondered what they’d think if they knew that the daughter they adored was being defiled by the son they couldn’t stomach. My thoughts were interrupted when Shelby pulled me into another kiss and cupped my cock.

“You haven’t made love to me all year long.” She said with a mock pout.

“Well let’s fix that baby.” I said as we fell onto the bed.

Steve

The week after Valentine’s Day weekend

Mike and I had all of the seats and carpeting pulled out of my car so we could fit the chromoly tubing in that we were using to build the roll cage. We had almost all of the tubes measured and cut. We’d rented a tube bender to make any changes in the supposedly custom fit application. So far we’d had to cut every piece.

I thought back to the past month or so. Shelby and Maddie went back to school the second week of January. At least with Shelby only being 129 miles north of here I got to see her every weekend. I had seen her every weekend but two. The first weekend I missed was her first weekend back at school. Friday morning we woke up to six inches of snow on the ground. I called her to see how it was up north, only to be told by my crying girl, that they had over a foot already and it wasn’t slowing down.

The second weekend I didn’t see her; I had planned to drive up at least once a month to save her having to drive every weekend. I set out Friday afternoon in my car. About twenty miles north of town I realized what a bad idea I’d had. I was already down a half tank of fuel and the race friendly four link rear end was beating me to death and making it a bitch to control the car at highway speeds. My engine temp was climbing steadily.

The car had been built for cruising and racing. It just had too much for the interstate so I had to call Shel and turn around. When I got home I crawled into bed and stayed there until Monday morning. I was so sore I couldn’t walk. That next Tuesday I went down and put a down payment on a 2003 Harley Davidson Fat Boy. I kept it hidden until Valentine’s Day weekend.

Maddie was supposed to come for Valentine’s Day but Herb was pissed that she’d spent so much of her Christmas vacation with me and refused to pay her way home. I offered to but she refused. “I’ll just see you for spring break. I have some news to tell you, I don’t want to tell you over the phone so it’ll have to keep until March.” I figured she was going to tell me that she’d found a new guy. I hoped it was a new guy, not the douche bag Mark. So I planned then just to surprise Shelby at her school.

I knew that Shelby left for home around noon on the Fridays that she came home. I left home at six in the morning to get there in time to do what I had planned. I had talked to a couple of people I knew that went to school with her and they helped me. I knew where she parked her car and one of them parked next to her the night before so that I could park next to her when I got there in the morning.

This may be the last of this series. If you want me to keep it going, let me know. If I get enough people wanting it going, I’ll write more.

*

Sophia and I retired to the room while Kevin slept on the couch. As the morning rays filter in through the window into my eyes, I blink them open and closed trying to adjust to the bright light. I notice that I am alone in the bed and so I look around the room until my eyes settle on my sister’s form standing at the doorway talking with Kevin. Sophia turns toward me and winks and then back to Kevin and pushes his shorts to the floor.

Kevin scoops up my sister and carries her over to the bed. Sophia rolls onto her hands and knees. I pull the blanket off of me as Kevin starts slipping his cock into her and begins thrusting his cock in and out. I slide up on the bed so my hips are under her face and she drops down and engulfs my cock with her mouth. She pulls back and wraps one hand around my shaft while she licks and sucks.

After a few minutes, Sophia pauses and takes my cock out of her mouth. She holds the tip in her hands and smiles at me and then looks back over her shoulder at Kevin. She pulls off of Kevin’s cock and crawls forward, straddling my hips. My cock slides into her warm pussy.

She turns her head back to him and says, “Fuck my ass, Kevin.” She reaches for the nightstand drawer and pulls out a bottle of lubricant and hands it to him.

Kevin takes the oil and rubs it on his cock and Sophia’s asshole. I can feel him pushing oil into and around her asshole and her relaxing as she gets ready for his cock. He drops the bottle and shifts until he kneels between our legs. I wrap my arms around Sophia as Kevin pushes his cock against her tight entrance. She opens up to him and Kevin’s cock slides in. I can feel Kevin’s cock as he slides forward until the entire length is inside my sister’s ass, resting against mine, equally buried in her pussy. She feels even tighter than before.

Sophia growls and says, “I feel so full of cock.”

Kevin leans forward against her back and places his face next to hers. Sophia turns her face and kisses him deeply. She is the first one to start moving deliberately to slip us in and out of her. Then Kevin picks up the rhythm. There isn’t a lot I can do except keep my hips firmly against Sophia’s clit. Her first orgasm comes out of nowhere, flooding my cock and balls with her pussy juice and makes her tremble. Kevin keeps up with smooth, steady strokes, in and out of her ass.

Sophia pushes herself up and starts rocking back harder while Kevin increases the strength and speed of his strokes. I can feel her pussy clenching on me then she starts slamming back against out cocks, over and over. I hold her shoulders to keep her from throwing me out when she rocks forward. Kevin is holding her hips, trying to do the same.

Sophia is slams into us and screams, Fuck me harder!”

She starts to shake and another orgasm hits her. Her muscles lock into spasms. Kevin pulls himself as deep as he can and I feel his cock starts to spam against mine.

The two of them set me off and I shoot thick ropes of cum deep into my sister’s pussy, arching my back off the bed to get as deep as possible. Sophia collapses first, dropping onto me. Kevin continues pushing down onto her to keep himself inside her as his cock continues to spasm. I slowly lower myself down to insure we stay locked together. I brush the hair from Sophia’s face and kiss her. She smiles at me, weakly. Kevin just rests his weight on his arms and looks down at us as the three of us pant.

She tenses her muscles as she shivers through another orgasm. Sophia turns and kisses Kevin as I feel her pussy juices and my cum dribble across my balls. I feel Kevin’s cock pop from her ass. Sophia instantly looks disappointed. Then slowly she pulls herself off my cock and drop between my legs and sucks my cock into her mouth. She thoroughly sucks my cock clean and turns doing the same to Kevin. When she is finished she grabs the bottle of lube and lathers my cock with it.

I slip my cock into her ass slowly until she is fully impaled. I wrap my arms around her and roll over onto my back. Kevin kneels between her legs and I feel his cock slip into Sophia’s pussy and slide along the length of mine until we are both fully inside her. He smiles down at her and starts to stroke in and out.

Kevin starts fucking her hard and I start moving my cock in Sophia’s ass. Sophia instantly starts cumming again. She bounces and shakes with a series of orgasms while Kevin continues to pound her pussy. I feel the pressure building in my balls and the imminent release. Then I feel Kevin tense. I feel his cock pulsate jets of cum into my sister’s pussy and then I cum myself. My cock bounces and starts sending jets of cum into her ass.

When our bodies settle from the intense orgasms, Kevin slides out of her then Sophia off me. Instead of lying down, my sister slides her ass to my face. I don’t need an invitation as I slide my face to her and start licking her pussy lips and clit. Her mouth is quickly on my cock. Her hands play with my balls and cock as she alternates sucking it deep and licking my shaft.

Suddenly, I feel a wet finger slide into my ass. A new sensation rolls through me and I begin fucking her mouth. It only takes a short time for my cock to explode. Sophia locks onto my cock and drinks down every drop I produce. When there is no more for her, she pulls off me and climbs back onto Kevin, straddling his hips facing me. She quickly impales herself on his cock.

Sophia leans back and rests on her arms and pumps herself up and down on Kevin’s cock. Kevin’s cock plunges in and out. I reach in and put my fingers on her clit and rub, adding to her pleasure. My sister has an insatiable appetite this morning. She grabs my other hand and puts it on her chest and I pinch and pull at her nipples. I watch her face as her pleasure builds. I lean in and kiss her, gently at first, but she quickly puts real passion into the kiss. The she is panting and can’t hold the kiss any longer.

“Fill me up Kevin!” she yells.

I feel the rush of her juices between my fingers then Kevin’s cock pulses. They buck and jerk together. When they are spent, Sophia lies back on Kevin’s chest with her eyes closed. Kevin kisses her neck and ears. She just lies there smiling. I lean forward and kiss Sophia again.

“Clean me up,” Sophia says to me.

I look down at her pussy filled with Kevin’s cock. I slide down and lick her pussy lips and clit. I lick around Kevin’s cock, sucking up their cum where it dribbled around his cock. When everything is clean I crawl back up and kiss my sister again.

“Thank you,” she says smiling. “I think I could get used to this.”

I crawl off the bed smiling at her and say, “I think a shower is in order.”

Author’s note: I considered breaking this story up into two separate chapters because of the length. But, I decided against it. It’s a bit of a marathon, so buckle yourself in and enjoy.

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Amy’s alarm clock blared its annoying buzz at a quarter to six, waking her from a blissful post-coital sleep. She stretched her body over her brother and fumbled with the clock. After turning it off, she collapsed back into her pillow.

She and her brother were still nude from the incestuous fuck session they shared the night before. After a small bit of pillow talk, they drifted off to dream land in each other’s arms.

Amy stayed quiet for a few minutes, looking at her sleeping brother and thinking about the night’s events.

She wasn’t at all ashamed about what happened. She loved him dearly. There was nothing to regret. It was a decision that they both made and Luke even gave her the chance to back out before it happened. She smiled to herself as her fingertip trailed along his collarbone. She knew last night was just the beginning. They had a month together and would make the most of it, starting today.

Amy gently climbed up, straddled her brother, and lightly kissed all over his face as she whispered, “Wake up sleepy head. Wake up,” over and over until he stirred.

Luke blinked his tired eyes open and Amy sat up on his lap. He was greeted with her perfect naked form and her glorious breasts as he awoke.

“Hey, Squirt,” Luke greeted, with grogginess in his voice. He smiled as his cock began to stir already.

“Hey, you.” Amy grinned back. “Are you ready for another fun day?”

Her brother wrapped his arms around her and sat up, holding her close. Her generous bosom pressed against the top of his chest.

“You know I am. Are you really going to skip school today?”

His sister nodded with a smile painted on her lips. “Yes I am. Unless, you don’t want me to,” she teased him as she rocked lightly on his hardening shaft.

“What’s your plan to make it happen?” he asked as his mouth made its way to her tits, kissing and nibbling on her flesh.

Amy dropped her head back and whimpered at the sensations of his mouth on her before she spoke. Her fingers trailed through his soft short brown hair. “Well, I have to dress for school and leave at seven. I was thinking, maybe we tell Mom and Dad that you want to borrow my car today, so you will drop me off at school.”

“Sounds good to me,” Luke mumbled into her skin.

“They should both leave for work by eight. After that, we come back here and have our fun. Mom will get home around four, probably.” Amy moaned softly as his mouth found her sensitive nipple and he sucked it between his teeth.

Luke gripped her ass with one hand and squeezed it hard. He let go of her nipple to look up at her. “So, I get to fuck my baby sister for eight hours today. That sounds fantastic.” His member returned to full hard as she grinded on his lap.

Amy giggled. “Yes, I wonder how many times we will be able to cum. I bet it’ll be a record for the both of us.”

“We should keep tally marks on your body,” Luke said, and then bit her left nipple.

His sister sealed her lips and squealed as she writhed on his lap. She waited until he pulled back before speaking. “I love that idea. It will be like we are playing a game or something.” Amy gently tugged her brother’s head back by his hair, and then dropped a kiss on his lips. “I’m going to go hop in the shower. Are you going to go after me?”

“I wish I could go with you, but I guess that will have to wait,” Luke said, and then pecked her lips again.

“You’ll get that later.” Amy winked, and then slid out of his embrace.

Her feet touched the carpet and she bent over. Her mouth swallowed her brother’s erection completely. She mashed her pretty face down into his pelvis. Her slippery tongue pressed hard against his flesh. Amy sucked back up quickly, rocking her head side to side on the way.

“You’ll get that later too,” she giggled, and then scurried around the air mattress on the floor, making her way to the bathroom.

They mercifully ended their shenanigans before their parents awoke downstairs.

Luke shook his head. “You’re such a tease.”

“It’s only a tease if you didn’t get anything. You got plenty last night, and trust me, my dear brother, you’ll get way more than that,” she said and then closed the bathroom door.

Luke smiled as his head hit the pillows again. He heard Amy start the water for her shower. He was filled with excitement for the days and weeks that lay ahead.

Luke thought for a moment about getting breakfast. But, he couldn’t in such a state. He thought about spring training, and the fact that the Cubs were not likely to win the World Series for the near future. He was lying in Amy’s mostly dried, but still slightly damp staining juices.

Inside the bathroom, Amy shampooed and conditioned her long brown hair and she cleansed her body of the sex the night before. Amy scrubbed at the ink on her calf. It was where her brother had her admit that she wanted him to fuck her. It mostly came off, but there was still a trace of it left.

She wanted to be soft and smooth for him. She quickly shaved her legs, armpits, and her pussy bare. She finished her shower and wrapped herself in a pink bathrobe and her hair in a towel.

Amy opened the bathroom door and smiled at him. “It’s all yours in there.”

“Did you save me some hot water?” he teased her.

“Yes,” Amy replied, rolling her eyes. “I was only in there like fifteen minutes. Not my usual half an hour.”

Luke got up from her bed and collected the articles of clothes that were spread around the room. He tossed them in the hamper before meeting her in the bathroom.

Amy looked over at him as she brushed her teeth. She couldn’t stifle a giggle at the sight of his wobbling balls. Luke chuckled softly as her toothpaste frothed down her chin. He slid into the shower a moment later.

Amy rinsed out her mouth and then washed her face. She squatted down to get her blow dryer out the cabinet, and then plugged it in.

“Jeez, do you have anything that’s not girly in here?” Luke asked from behind the curtain.

“Hmm… well, I am a girl, so doesn’t that sort of explain itself?” Amy laughed as she towel dried her hair. “It’s not that bad, I don’t like flowery things, the soap smells like soap. You’re not an Axe man are you?”

“No, I’m an Old Spice guy,” Luke replied, soaping himself up.

“Well, you’re hard to please. We can stop by the store while we are waiting to come back home,” Amy chortled, and then began blow drying her hair.

“I just know what I like!” her brother protested loud enough for her to hear over the hair dryer.

“Can you even buy that stuff over there?” Amy asked and then flipped her head down, drying the underside of her hair.

“Yeah, but I just order it online. It’s easier that way.”

Amy laughed. “You’re needy.”

Luke pulled back the shower curtain, with his hair still full of shampoo. “Well, you’re a slut in bed.”

She straightened herself back up and looked into his blue eyes. She clicked off the dryer so he could hear her clearly. “I find that term endearing, so thank you, Luke. I am a slut in bed and you like me that way.” She grinned, nibbling her lip as she awaited his response.

“You got that right. I love you that way. I love how dirty you talk.” He smiled, and then closed the curtain and rinsed his hair.

Luke finished his shower as Amy dried her hair. Her brother toweled off and she parted her brunette mane for pigtail French braids.

Luke went back to her room and fished a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt out of his luggage. He was elated when he found his toothbrush. He went back to the bathroom, where his sister was still braiding her hair and playfully pushed her over before brushing his teeth.

“Some things never change, do they?” She sighed with her hands tied up in a braid.

Luke smiled through his whitening toothpaste.

Amy finished braiding, and then tied blue ribbons into the ends of her hair. They nearly perfectly matched the color of her eyes.

She left the bathroom and went to her closet. She pulled out all the necessary garments for her school uniform and laid them out on her bed.

Amy slipped into her silk, pink, high cut bikini panties and tied the sides in bows. The panties matched the ones she wore in one of the pictures her brother stumbled upon. She thought he would like the surprise. She quickly put her blue and green, plaid, knee length skirt on over it in case he came out of the bathroom before she was done getting ready.

Amy leaned forward, setting her large breasts into a matching pink, square cupped, silk bra. It had a pink ribbon weaved in along the cups. She tied a duplicate bow with ribbon between her tits that matched the ones on her hips. Her breasts were propped up even better than her tight young, gravity defying body held them.

Luke came out of the bathroom and Amy threw her white collared shirt on over herself before he could see. She turned back to him as she buttoned the top buttons.

“I didn’t tell you yesterday, but you make that uniform look amazing,” Luke said with a grin, stepping into a pair of gray boxer briefs.

“Really?” Amy smiled as she tied her blue and green striped tie. “It’s just what I have to wear every day. It doesn’t seem that special to me.”

“God yes. I want to fuck you while you wear it. I want to pull your skirt up and fuck you from behind,” Luke replied devilishly, and then put his jeans on.

His sister shivered. “I would very much love that.”

She pulled the dark blue sweater vest up over her head and smoothed it out on her stomach. Then, she found her rectangular framed glasses on the nightstand and slid them on her face.

Luke put his t-shirt on and watched as his sister sat on the bed and put her white knee highs on. Tassels dangled from the outside of her legs, just below her knees. He missed finding out what panties and bra she had on, but he liked the suspense of finding out soon enough. Amy slipped black Mary Janes onto her feet, and then made her bed.

Her brother’s eyes continued focusing on her as he rubbed through the scruff on his face. His mind was preoccupied but he made a mental note to buy razors at the store.

Amy finished making her bed, and then walked over to her brother. She dropped the last kiss on his lips that she would be able to give for the time being. She loved how his lips felt against hers. Her tongue gently glided over his lips and pushed into his mouth before she pulled away with a wicked smile, rejecting his lips that attempted to suckle her tongue.

“You’re a tease,” Luke groaned. He wanted to push her down on the bed and make love to her right now, or at least make out with her and feel her body underneath his hands.

“As I said, it’s not a tease if you get something later. Call it a cliffhanger.” Amy winked, and then headed out of her room.

Luke shook his head and sighed. He followed her downstairs.

Phil, his father, was sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee. His mother, Kathryn, was busy starting the daily crossword and sinking her teeth into a toasted bagel.

He watched as Amy kissed her dad’s cheek as she said good morning with the lips that were wrapped around his erection the night before and just moments ago. Then, she did the same to her mother. It made his member twitch beneath his clothes. Luke also felt a twinge of frost in his stomach, finding it both erotic and too dirty for his own mind to comprehend.

His sister brushed by him at the entrance to the dining room and she smiled to herself. Then, she made a bowl of off-brand honey toasted oats at the counter.

Luke came up behind her as she poured the cereal. With their parents out of view in the dining room, he wrapped his arm around her stomach and grinded his crotch against her skirt covered ass. Amy bit her lip and rolled her hips back against him for several moments, feeling him grow again beneath his jeans. Her skirt gathered up around her bum as her brother dry humped her in the kitchen.

“In a little over an hour I’m going to fuck you right here,” Luke whispered in her ear.

His sister nuzzled her head against him as he lightly kissed her ear. She wanted so say something, she wanted to moan. It made her grow warm between her thighs doing this with their parents so close. Her brother’s soft kisses moved down to her neck and he licked beneath the collar of her shirt.

Luke backed away and left his sister breathing a little harder than normal.

She turned to him and they both shared a wicked grin before she spoke. “Do you want cereal?”

“Sure,” he replied casually. He reached down to adjust his package.

Amy watched him and she giggled before reaching in the cabinet for another bowl. They both brought their cereal to the dining room and sat down with their parents.

“What are your plans for the day, Luke?” his father asked.

Amy ate a spoonful of cereal as she squirmed in excitement. Hopefully, it wasn’t noticeable to anyone but her brother.

He finished chewing before answering. “I wanted to go around the city and maybe see if any of my old friends from high-school are around. Amy said I could borrow her car today.”

“Aren’t you just a doll to your big brother?” Kathryn asked with a smile.

“I do my best, Mom.” Amy replied and then took another spoonful.

“I’ll drop her off, go exploring, and then pick her up at school. You guys still get out at two-thirty, right?” Luke locked eyes with his sister across the table.

She nodded a response as the cereal crunched between her teeth.

Both Luke and Amy finished their breakfast. Luke took her bowl for her and rinsed it in the sink, and then put it in the dishwasher. Amy gathered up her book bag from the front room and put it over one shoulder.

She returned to the kitchen and squatted down to pet Penny. She kissed the yellow lab’s head, and then went to the dining room.

“I’ll see you later. I love you guys.” Amy said with a smile.

“Love you too, Amy,” her mother and father replied in unison.

Amy pulled her car keys from her backpack and handed them to Luke. They went out the front door and down the few stairs that led to the side walk. Luke tickled the palm of her hand as they made their way to her dark green Honda Accord that was parked on the street. The car was her mother’s, handed down to her when she was sixteen.

Luke clicked the remote and unlocked the doors for them. They slid in and both of them buckled their seatbelts.

Her brother looked over at her as he started up the car. “You should call Kristy, or text her. Tell her you’re ditching school to hang out with your brother all day, but to keep it a secret or something like that.”

“You’re right. Or else she might be wondering where I am. I always tell her if I’m sick,” Amy said and then pulled her phone from her bag. Her thumbs went to work typing a text message. “She will totally understand me skipping to be with you.”

Luke smiled as he drove down the familiar streets he grew up on. “You should tell her that you’re skipping to fuck me,” he chuckled.

They shared an intense glance as she finished sending her text message. Kristy replied immediately.

“Damn she’s fast,” Luke said.

Amy chortled. “She said, ‘Awesome! Have fun! I’ll tell everyone you’re out sick. I’ll get you your homework. Give me a call later so we can meet up to get the prom flyers and tickets done.’”

“That’s if I can get you away from me long enough for you to meet up with her,” Luke said with a wink.

His hand found her knee and pushed her skirt up her thigh as he drove and she typed a quick reply to her best friend.

His sister opened her legs for him. “I think we may have to stop fucking some times while you’re here,” she giggled.

“I would be okay if we didn’t have to.” Luke grinned, letting his fingers trail up and down her inner thigh.

“Me too. Too bad Mom and Dad don’t have a vacation planned or anything.” Amy whimpered as her brother’s fingertips grazed over her silk panties before coming back down again.

“Well, we can’t win everything. You may have to skip school a few more times though.”

“I’ll see what I can do. I believe I can have three absences this semester and still be excused from finals.” Amy gently trailed her fingers along his forearm as he touched her.

Luke continued the same tease up and down her flesh, just barely touching her panties with each stroke before coming back down to her knee. “What am I going to do with you? My baby sister is volunteering to play hooky only to have her brother’s cock inside of her all day.”

Luke turned to her and grinned. He stopped at the light and kissed his sister’s soft lips. It was his chance to bait her. He pulled back just as his tongue entered into her mouth.

Amy bit her lip as he took off from the stop light. “You can bend me over your lap and spank me for being a naughty little girl,” she said softly in a very girly tone of voice.

Luke pushed the pads of his fingers into her slit through her thin silk panties, gathering her nectar on the fabric.

“Also, don’t forget about spring break. We should do something fun.”

“Now that sounds like a perfect plan.” Luke’s fingers traced up and down her pussy slit a few times beneath her panties, causing them to stain with her fluids. Then, his hand disappeared again.

Amy whimpered at his touch and her nipples swelled under her clothing. She wanted to just grab his hand and shove it in her panties, but she loved how he was teasing her and building her arousal.

“There is a pharmacy about two blocks away from the school. Do you want to stop in there?”

“Sounds good,” Luke replied.

The torturous tease continued until they arrived at the pharmacy. Amy decided to stay in the car and wait for him to return in case any of her classmates were inside.

Luke picked up shampoo, razors, shaving cream, Old Spice body wash, lube, and a special surprise for his sister from the same aisle.

He checked out and went back to the car. He put a bow on top of the gift and stuffed it back in the bag.

He dropped the bag in Amy’s lap and she noticed the razors immediately. “You’re going to shave? I love your scruff and I think you’d look so handsome with a beard. I love how it feels between my tits and against my thighs.”

“It’ll grow back, Squirt. But, maybe you’re right. I might let it grow out a bit. Also, keep looking in there, there’s a present for you,” he said with a wink.

Amy peeked in the bag again. “I see lube. I assume that’s for later. Good thing you got it because I don’t have any.”

“Keep looking,” Luke said as he left the parking lot.

Amy dug around, moving the shampoo bottle and body wash. She pulled out a vibrating cock ring inside a pink box with a green bow on top. “Oh, this looks like fun.”

Luke looked over and smiled. “What do you think?”

His sister read the box. “I’ve never used anything like this before. I’m guessing you put it on the base of your cock and it vibrates. Am I right?”

“You got it. It makes my cock keep the blood in it so I get really thick. Also, it will vibrate my cock inside of you, which feels good for the both of us. The little notch on there, you see in the picture, that’s where the vibrator is, and well, more pleasure for you.”

Luke and Amy shared a smile. They continued to drive around, back towards the house. They wasted time until a bit past eight o’clock.

It was Amy’s turn to tease him. Her hand rubbed along his thigh and scratched his balls through his jeans. She cupped his package, and then tickled down his leg.

Luke grew hard again as he drove. Her fingers curled around his cock against his thigh, gently stroking it. Then, she moved to his balls. Finally, back to his erection, taking her time switching back and forth.

“We need to call the school and tell them that I’m sick,” Amy said as she leaned over to his seat more and slipped her hand inside his jeans.

“Why? Do they really call your parents if you’re absent now?” he stammered as her fingertips glided over his shaft.

“Yeah they do. They also e-mail them.” Amy rolled her eyes. “You should call and be Dad.”

Luke raised a brow and looked over at her as he rolled to another stop. He shifted in his seat, giving her better access.

“Oh come on. I bet you did that shit all the time,” Amy chuckled, fondling his manhood.

“Well, actually no, it’s hard to be your own dad when you’re in high school. I did it for Leonard once though.”

“That’s doing it!” Amy protested. “Pull over in this neighborhood, just get it over with.”

Amy kept her hand in his pants as she found the number in her phone. Her fingers purposely fumbled around as Luke turned and parked on a side street.

“Alright, Luke you ready?”

“Yeah, okay,” Luke said, and then took the phone from her hand. “So, I shouldn’t say I’m spending a day inside you, should I?”

Amy’s cheeks flared bright pink and her hand squeezed his member before slipping away.

“Yes! Amy’s taking a fucking day,” she gasped. “She came down with a fever that only her brother can fix.”

Luke rolled his eyes and laughed. “You’re too cute.” He hit send on the call and let it ring against his ear.

Amy grinned as she sat up on her knees facing him from her seat. She looked over her shoulder for people walking by, and then took his hand and ran it over the curve of her breasts.

Luke looked into her eyes as his fingers squeezed her cleavage. He cleared his throat. “Hello. Yes this is Phillip Davenport. Amy Davenport is a senior, and this is her father.”

Amy pulled her sweater up a bit and pushed his hand beneath it. She bit her lip as her nipples swelled again. There was a short pause on the phone. Luke trailed his fingers along the outline of her bra through her blouse.

“Yes Ma’am. She’s going to be out today,” he continued, talking in a more baritone voice than usual. He pinched the cup of her bra and pulled her closer to him. He looked deep into his sisters lust filled eyes as he spoke to the health office secretary, “Amy has a stomach virus. She should be back on Monday.”

Amy rubbed her thighs together. She was scared to breathe for fear of moaning from the arousal bubbling over in her body. Her brother’s fingers snaked between the buttons of her shirt and tickled her cleavage.

“Thank you. What was your name again?” He cheerfully talked into the phone. “Yes, thank you Misses Carmichael. You have a great day too.”

Amy watched his thumb hang up the call and then pounced on him, kissing him fiercely. She let out her pent up moan into his mouth and her hand returned to his crotch. Then, she pulled away and settled back into her seat. She smiled and let out a gasp of air as she put her pigtails back in place on her shoulder.

Luke’s stiffened cock ached for her. “You naughty tease.”

“I have make you want me don’t I?” She giggled as he started the car back up.

“I already want you, Amy,” he said as he rejoined the main road back to the house. “I don’t think I’ll ever not want you after last night.”

They shared a grin and Amy’s hand returned to his thigh and traveled upward. Luke took time, taking detoured routes until they were near their neighborhood.

Finally, it was eight and Luke headed back to the house. When they arrived, both of their parents’ cars were gone.

They hurried to get out of the car and raced up to the door. Amy looked over next door, making sure the elderly neighbor, whose snow her family shovels, wasn’t looking out her window. She was nosy, but a sweet old lady. Amy always figured she had nothing better to do.

Luke opened the door and they almost fell inside, fighting to be the first one in. Amy won and giggled as he closed and locked the door.

Luke called out to just make sure no one was home. His voice echoed but Penny came running.

Amy kneeled down and gave her some doggie love, ruffling her ears and roughly petting her neck. “Don’t tell Mom and Dad about anything you see today.”

Penny gave her a big doggie grin in response as she got her fix of loving.

Amy popped back up and stepped in front of her brother. She lightly pinned him against the wall and kissed his ear. She spoke in a sultry whisper, “Where shall we start, big brother?”

Luke’s hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her body against him. “You pick this round,” he replied, turning his face to find her lips.

Amy smiled a bright smile and took his hand, leading him to her father’s recliner. It was burgundy leather, matching the rest of the living room set.

He took a seat and she climbed up onto his lap, spreading her knees over his thighs. Amy pressed her lips against him hard, starving to taste his sinful kiss again. Luke’s fingers sank into the flesh of her ass and hip, pulling her onto his body. He devoured her mouth, probing his tongue into her orifice, tasting it from every angle.

His sister’s hands slipped down his chest and under his shirt. It gathered at her wrist as her fingers felt the muscles in his body, slowly working up to his nipples. Luke shook his shirt off of his arms, dropping it behind the chair.

Amy leaned down on him as their tongues tangled together. The recliner rocked back almost horizontally. She jumped and squealed and Luke held her tighter. She giggled at herself for the reaction as the pads of her fingers circled his nipples.

“You’re still just a big scaredy cat aren’t you?” Luke asked between kisses.

Amy gasped and pulled back from him. “Hey! You’re still just a big bully aren’t you?” She pinched both of his hard nipples.

“I was never a bully, especially to you.” Luke’s hand pushed up her skirt. He took her panty clad butt cheek into his palm with a strong grip.

“Maybe not a bully,” Amy said as she lightly twisted his nipples. “But, you always teased me growing up.”

“Yeah, well that’s what big brothers do,” he winced louder than the pain really caused.

“Big brothers don’t fuck their baby sisters though,” she muttered as she slid down his lap. Her teeth latched onto his nipple. She bit down hard, but quickly let up the pressure and flicked his sensitive flesh with her tongue.

Luke groaned, “They would if they had a secret slut little sister like I do.” His cock ached to be released from its confinements, pressing hard against his pants.

Amy unlocked her teeth and dragged her wet tongue around his bumpy areola. “Secret slut. I like that term,” she mumbled onto his chest, and then suckled his other nipple between her lips.

He brother smacked her butt through her panties and she squealed.

“You’re my dirty little Squirt.” He spanked her with each word and she rocked against his lap. “Aren’t you, Amy?”

“Yes, I am,” she moaned. “Your baby sister is your toy.” Her tongue took a long lap over his chest, to his neck, and along his jaw.

“Yes, you are.” He squeezed her lush tush and pulled her lips to his by her pigtail.

Amy’s body slid back up and she hurried to unzip his jeans. She lifted up and pushed them down just enough to pull out his needy erection. Then, his sister settled back on his lap and wrapped her hand around his hot, hard flesh. Her lips never left his.

Her bother moaned into her agape mouth. He tugged at the soft fabric of her panties he still had yet to see. Amy’s hand was hidden between their bodies as she stroked him with slight pressure. He pushed and pulled her hips along his thighs. Amy’s fist gripped a shade harder as it came over his head and loosened as it came down.

“I’m going to make you cum so much in the next month. Your balls will never be full,” Amy mumbled between kisses. “How shall we start?”

Luke nuzzled his nose with hers as the kiss broke. “You pick.” He licked Amy’s pouty lips as his cock throbbed in her hand.

Amy rocked the recliner back upright, holding onto the armrests. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, biting her lip, making it appear as if she was thinking. She already knew what she was going to do. She had been thinking about it all morning.

Luke’s hands loosened on her body as she slid down his thighs and over his knees. Her skirt fluttered down his legs until his sister sat up on her knees on the floor.

Amy kept a coy smile on her lips as she sat up and pulled Luke’s jeans and boxers down, humming a playful tune. He kicked his pants and shoes off and she pushed them to the side. His waiting erection hung in the air.

He watched with needy eyes as Amy pulled her sweater vest over her head. Her braids plopped back down onto her shoulders.

Amy pushed her glasses back on her nose after dropping her sweater behind her. “Do you want a naughty school girl to suck your cock?” she asked in a sweet girly tone.

Luke’s entire being trembled with anticipation. “Yes, yes I do,” he stuttered.

His sister giggled as she loosened her tie, letting it dangle off of her neck.

“Would you like to look at my pretty tits while I blow you?” Her voice stayed innocent as her fingers circled the buttons on her blouse.

Luke’s mouth went dry as he watched her show. His hands stayed on the armrest and his rigid cock throbbed. He licked his lips before speaking, “God yes.” His voice had become husky with lust.

Amy giggled into her shoulder, looking up at her brother’s face as she unbuttoned her shirt. His eyes took in a full view of her round globes of flesh, packaged perfectly by pink silk.

His sister stopped unbuttoning, with just a few left at the bottom of her shirt. She pulled the fabric back, framing her chest and the luxurious bow that hung from her cleavage.

“You really like my breasts don’t you, Luke?” Amy said as she leaned in towards his erection. She left butterfly kisses up his shaft.

“I love them Amy. I told you last night, I wasn’t lying. They are the most perfect set ever,” he moaned the last words as his sister’s tongue began slithering up his tool.

Amy’s left hand danced up his legs and she hooked her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock like their new play toy would do. She looked up at her brother with her tongue on his member as she applied more pressure.

“Thank you, big brother. I love your cock,” she mumbled as she kissed and tongued his hard flesh.

She squeezed just a bit harder around his base. His veins grew thicker under her care. Her brothers breathing sped up as he watched her tongue twirl around his cockhead. He could feel her hot mouth radiating onto his flesh as she opened wide, but not closing around his knob.

Amy looked up at him as she arched down further between his thighs. Speaking as she moved. “I also love your balls. I hope you like having them sucked,” Amy muttered as her lips met his sac, and then she pulled away to spit into her hand.

Amy’s saliva slicken palm clasped around his erection and slid along his length. “It’s all cum for me in here, isn’t it Luke?” she lapped at his sac between sweet filthy words.

Luke clenched his fingers against the leather as Amy sucked one of his balls into her mouth and she moaned against him. Her eyelashes batted up at him as she sent vibrations into his body. Her tongue circled in her mouth.

“All for my little sister,” he groaned proudly into the room.

Amy pulled her mouth off, and then latched it to the other. She suckled his orb, getting it slimy with her spit before speaking again. “I’m all yours. Your naughty school girl, little sister, and personal toy.”

Amy quickly moved up and clamped her lips around his angry blood filled head. Her tongue glided effortlessly against his flesh at first, but quickly showed her hunger.

“Fuck,” her brother groaned, taking in the sight of her propped up tits and mouth around the top of his cock. “My sexy toy. My little doll.”

Amy moaned a mumbled response onto his member as her center was flooded with heat. Her mother had called her a doll just over an hour prior. Her brother’s erection tickled the opening to her throat, before she twisted her head up and off.

She spit lewdly onto his shaft. Speaking quickly, she said, “Your fuck doll,” and then dove back down on him.

Luke let out a roar as his sister’s mouth engulfed him. She choked herself on his engorged shaft; rocking her neck and making herself gag. Her throat’s controlled convulsions gripped his organ.

Luke finally let out another breath. She reared back up. She gagged and coughed up more spittle from the back of her throat. She spit it onto his rod and it dangled from her lip, pooling on to her cleavage.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Jesus.”

His sister giggled and angled his cock down by the ring of her fingers. She leaned in again, looking up at his eyes through her spectacles as she took her time. Amy gently gulped down his cock, luring it into her throat with her tongue. Inch by inch disappeared behind her pink lips as she gorged herself again. She let go of the base of his cock and pressed her nose into his pelvis.

Her brother’s thighs tensed up and she groaned onto his flesh. She loved giving fellatio. It was her addiction to practice techniques on her ex-boyfriend.

Luke’s mouth dropped open as she rocked herself onto his prick, arched down on her knees. He fucked her body through her loving mouth.

Amy pulled away again to give her throat a short rest. Spitting up and grinning to him. Not speaking, just watching his face as his spit lubed member slid in her squeezing fist. Amy watched his chest as he breathed irregularly.

He trembled under her care as she swallowed again. She kept her mouth wide open and the filthy wet sounds of her brother’s cock digging into her throat filled the air. He melted into the chair and became putty in his sister’s hands as she provided him with the best point of view porn star blow job he had ever seen, and it was right before his eyes. His fingers clawed at the leather armrests.

With his dick completely buried in her mouth and her nose pressed against his pelvis, Amy forced her tongue from her mouth and licked his sac. Luke let out a roar as she pushed his balls closer to her tongue. Her wet muscle rubbed against it as she grinded his member into her throat.

“How, how the fuck,” Luke gasped. “How the fuck do you do that?”

She raised her eyebrows several times and smiled with his length hidden in her mouth. She pulled her mouth back to the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it. Then, gulped his entire shaft down her throat again, cramming it down as far as it could possibly go.

Amy spit, and then dropped down again. She put her hands on the armrests and rocked it, digging his cock into her hungry throat. Drool spilled from her lips and trailed to the floor.

“Fuck,” Luke groaned. “Amy, fuck.” He couldn’t make proper sentences as his member was devoured.

Amy pulled back and smiled as she spit. “I want my brother’s seed,” she whimpered, jerking him hard and fast.

Luke’s body was overwhelmed with sensations, which had driven through him like a tornado since she had begun her talent show.

All he could mutter was, “Uh huh,” as her hand found his balls again.

She tugged his balls lightly, and then massaged his flesh as her hand came back in. Amy dove back down his pole, her lips smearing her dripping saliva on the way. She greedily suctioned his throbbing organ.

Luke growled in his chest as rapidly approaching orgasmic release filled his being. His sister smashed her face into his pelvis and she sucked the life from him.

He growled and Amy pulled back, milking his seed with her fist and her suckling mouth, begging for it.

She had a little taste, but ripped her mouth off. She dropped down and massaged out his thick ropes, painting her glasses and face. She kept her eyes open and white cream splattered onto her lenses. Her palm soothed all of his strong orgasm from his genitals. She rubbed her cum stained face against his shaft, smearing his hot spunk on her cheeks as his climax subsided. Some of his pearly seed dribbled down to her cleavage.

She pulled her glasses off and her face lit up from seeing the cum ribbons splattered over the lenses. She looked up at her brother as she began cleaning them with her tongue.

His body was still warm but his breathing had slowed. “You really love cum don’t you?” He admired his ropes of cum on her face and pooling a little in her dimples.

Amy giggled, “Very much so.” Her tongue lapped across the plastic. “Your cum is so yummy. I can’t get enough,” she said and then cleaned her face with her fingers.

“You’re one of a kind, Amy,” Luke said, watching her truly enjoy his seed.

Amy blushed and bit her lip as she nuzzled her cheek into her shoulder. “I hope you know how soiled my panties are, big brother,” she said with a wink.

Luke softening shaft twitched again at her words. His sister had the little girl and school girl acts down.

“We should check and see, shouldn’t we?” Amy asked slyly as she scooted back on her knees.

Luke nodded, taking eyefuls of his sister in her pigtails, cleavage on display framed by her shirt, and the striped tie hanging over her tits.

“Fuck, Amy you look so divinely hot,” he mumbled.

Still holding her gasses in one hand, she lifted her plaid skirt and looked down at her juices that had leaked into the pink silk. She held up her skirt and used her glasses to push the fabric into her pussy lips, soaking up more of her fluids.

Her brother noticed the bows on her hips. “I like those panties.” Remembering his love of his sister erotically posed for a photo wearing them.

“I thought you would,” she said giddily, and then dropped her skirt as she hopped up onto her feet. “We should continue our grand tour of the house,” she said with a happy grin, holding out her hand for her brother.

He took her hand. The gates to the taboo, depraved relationship with his sister had already been passed through. But now, it was certain they were just at the beginning of the long, winding road they were to share.

Amy led her brother through their family home, to the kitchen at the end of the hall. She put her cum stained glasses back on but they were too smeared. She set them on the counter an arm’s length away.

Amy lifted her bum up on the chilly granite counter tops with a gentle lift from her brother and spread her legs for him. Her uniform knee highs sill donned her legs. Her foot landed against the center dam of the sink as she opened herself for him. Luke devoured her lips as his hands raided her available body. Amy rested her hands on the counter, letting him have her.

Her forearm pushed against the coffeemaker across the counter. She quickly reached over and grabbed it before the cooled coffee pot fell out. They both laughed as she set it upright and out of the way. While she was thinking about items being in the way, she reached behind her and closed the blinds over the sink.

“Don’t want Misses Nowak getting a peek,” she giggled as her brother kissed her neck.

“Is she still always spying on the neighborhood?” Luke mumbled into her chest, leaving hungry kisses on the trail to her mounds of tit flesh.

“Yeah, but she’s a nice lady. If it’s the worst thing a crazy neighbor does, it doesn’t bother me,” she said as she lifted her school skirt, bunching it high on her hips. Then, she rested her hands back on the counter, surrendering to him.

Her brother finished unbuttoning her top as his tongue traced the valley of her cleavage. He pulled her blouse open and Luke’s fingers went to her back for the clasp of her bra.

Amy chuckled as he fumbled for a moment. “It’s on the front, silly pants”

Luke lifted his face from her decadent bosom. “I would have figured that out on my own.”

His fingers flew around and tugged the bow. The clasp lay underneath pressed against her flesh. He snapped it undone and her breasts were released from their confinements.

Amy gasped as her tits bounced out. Her brother’s lips found her nipple almost immediately as he pushed her bra straps down her shoulders to her elbows, where her shirt had gathered.

Amy watched with parted lips as he kissed her pebble like nipple, and then dragged his tongue to the other. His fingers tips gently brushed up and down her sticky panty covered sex. The bumps of Amy’s areola rose up as her nipples displayed her arousal. Her stomach trembled when the pads of his fingers flicked her silk covered clit.

Luke trailed his finger along her hairless folds as he tasted her flesh. He kissed along the bottom of her breasts and her hot juices soaked into her panties.

“Luke, you make me feel so good,” Amy whimpered.

He grinned up to her as he kissed down her tummy, and then French kissed her belly button.

Amy’s body was flooded with heat by the time he slipped his fingers beneath the crotch of her panties. His fingertips dipped into the creek inside her slit. He dragged two fingers vertically from her hole up to her excited clitoris. Amy trembled, whimpering as her brother teased and pleased her sloppy, wet genitals.

Luke kissed and nibbled his way to her left hip and tugged the waist of her skirt down to lick her hipbone. She squirmed as he tickled her with his tongue.

He probed just his fingertips into his sister’s cunt. His free hand flattened her skirt, smoothing it out so they could clearly see each other with Amy’s head resting against the cabinet.

Her brother’s tongue lapped up the crease of her thigh and hip, and then he looked up into her eyes. His fingers pressed into her inner flesh. Her mouth dropped open as her tight walls opened on his fingers.

“Tell me one of your dirtiest fantasies, and then I will remove your panties.” He withdrew his fingers, leaving her desperate tunnel.

Amy gasped in a pout from his withdrawal. Luke placed the damp crotch of her panties back over her mound before taking a generous lick between her thighs.

His sister shuddered, rocking her head against the cabinet and her fingers clenched on the counter. “I want to be watched,” she moaned, and then looked down at her brother.

“Go on,” he said into her hidden pussy. His mouth found her engorged nub.

“Like in a hotel or something,” Amy stuttered, gathering up the strength to be able to talk as her genitals received what they craved, “with someone watching from across the way.”

He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, greedily lapping at her as she spoke.

“I’m being fucked against a window and there’s a man who catches the sight. He watches as I’m used and pleased.”

Luke licked down to her cunt and kissed it hard through her panties. His tongue smeared against the silk and he sucked her arousal from the fabric, teasing himself as he was her.

“He gets turned on by what he’s seeing. I stare at his crotch, hoping to watch his arousal rise beneath his pants,” Amy moaned her words.

Her brother hooked his fingers into the edge of her panties and tugged them to the side, exposing her swollen lips in the bright sunlit room.

“I want to see him stroke his thick, throbbing shaft. For me,” she said between heavy breaths.

She watched Luke’s lips brushing against her slit and felt his breath on her.

“I want him to stand up in the nude for me, pleasuring himself in the open,” she groaned. Her brother’s tongue snaked into her folds. “I want him to watch me like it’s a movie just for him. I want to look in his eyes as I moan and his cock pulsates on the other side.”

“You’re a dirty little thing, Amy,” he said, and then collected more of her honey on her tongue.

“I know,” Amy whimpered. “I want to be the object of a stranger’s lust.”

His hands were hooked over her thighs from underneath and Luke spread her lips open with his fingers. Her womanhood blossomed before him.

“I want to see him cum for me. It would be hot if it splattered on the window.” Amy kept her eyes down as her brother licked the soft flesh of her inner folds.

He worked his way across in long hungry laps. His baby sister tasted like the sweetest of forbidden fruits. He fed himself on her, smearing his tongue into every crevice. He moaned into her, approving of her fantasy as his tongue prodded its way into her cunt.

“I want to know how much he enjoyed seeing me. Goodness, I want that so much,” she mumbled as her muscles trembled. “Then the next night, he’s there again. He’s waiting for me. And I give him a full show this time.”

Luke’s tongue pulled her nectar from her tunnel. He drank everything that didn’t smear around his mouth. His sister leaked for him.

“I strip for him and… you know same as the night before. But, knowing he’s watching me the entire time.” Her toes curled inside her shoes.

Luke darted his tongue into her several times, and then flattened out, licking up to her clitoris.

“Fuck, that feels so amazing,” Amy gasped as his wet muscle centered on her nerve filled mound.

He wiggled his tongue back and forth, making her legs tic. Then, he sucked her clit between his lips.

“Oh my goodness, Luke,” she moaned loudly. “You take such good care of your baby sister.” She clenched her fists and kept them flat on the surface of the counter.

Luke’s eyes were up as he pushed two fingers into her needy hole. He admired her flushed cheeks, fluttering eyelids, and trembling lips. He massaged her deep inside, smearing his digits into her walls. Amy’s nipples contracted on her chest as he found her spongy spot. Crimson sex flush had risen up across her chest.

“God Luke, you’re going to make me cum so hard. Fuck,” she almost screamed.

Luke fucked her with his fingers curled up inside of her body and her legs quaked as she panted.

Her brother worked her insides with his fingers and her cunt drooled on his hand. He furiously sucked her erect clitoris, urging the orgasm from her.

“You baby sister is going to cum!” She wailed. “Fuck! Fuck!”

Amy’s eyes glazed over and her walls contracted hard on his fingers. He yanked them out and Amy’s legs tensed just before quaking violently. She went silent as her squirting orgasm flooded out of her body. It soaked him and drenched the floor.

Her eyes remained closed, her body reveling in the bliss her brother gave her. The kitchen reeked of her arousal. A small pond of her fluids was on the tile floor. Luke watched as he licked his lips, tasting the splash that hit his mouth. Amy’s breathing calmed as her entire body tingled.

“Was that good, Squirt?” Luke teased her.

“The best ever,” she mumbled, still bathing in her orgasmic afterglow.

Luke stood up, his cock had returned to hard but he hadn’t really noticed because he was so focused on her.

Luke reached over and found a felt tip pen and popped the cap open. On her right breast he wrote, “Amy” and did the same on her left, writing, “Luke.” He drew a line beneath.

She opened her eyes and looked down and smiled wide.

Her brother put a single tally mark beneath each name, marking their orgasms with a smirk on his face. Their game board was just above her nipples.

“Ready to go for another?” Luke asked.

“Absolutely!” Amy squealed.

Luke hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her off the counter. He pushed her against the edge where he was grinding against her before breakfast.

Amy lifted one leg up, resting her foot on the countertop. She spread herself open for her brother and presented her ass.

Luke stroked himself a few times as she positioned herself for him.

He reached up and tucked her skirt into the waistband, and then gave the silk bow on her right hip a tug. Her soaked panties fell open and slid down her left leg.

Amy looked over her shoulder at his face. Her shirt and bra gathered around her elbows constricting her arms slightly. Luke grabbed onto the makeshift rope against her back and he thrusted his thick spear into her slippery cunt.

She was extremely tight and he forced himself inside, piercing her with his steel shaft. Amy’s eyes closed as she let out a howl of pleasure. Her body mashed against the counter as he filled her completely.

“It feels so good being inside you again,” Luke groaned, pulling back and thrusting again hard and digging himself inside of her.

Amy moaned deeply and freely as he spread her walls around his rigid erection. Her heat hugged him as he crammed as much as he could into her hole.

He continued his heavy thrusts, making her stutter her words as she moaned, “Do you like how I feel around you?”

“Fuck yes. Your holes are home for my cock,” her brother moaned back, looking at his sister’s face contorting as she took his pounding.

“I like that,” Amy squeaked.

Luke gripped tighter onto her shirt, causing her hands to clasp together behind her. He held her as he sunk into her. His hard rams had worked her open for him. Amy’s tight walls gripped his organ as he pumped.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her off of the countertop. He kicked her legs together and bent her over. Luke’s hand found her super sensitive clit. She squirmed and writhed as he flicked her swollen nub fast, back and forth, underneath the hills of his closed fingers.

Her fluids soaked into his pubic hair and her legs wanted to give out. Luke held her up as she quickly met another orgasm nearing her. He held her up by her shirt while she grinded herself roughly onto his cock.

“Luke, you have to stop,” she pleaded.

He rocked his hips against her as she quivered. Her tunnel pulsed around his shaft. He yanked her body back against his chest. “Nope,” he grunted into her

Waves of pleasure trembled through her body as she rode another climax. She didn’t squirt, but Luke’s shaft flooded was with fresh hot nectar.

“That makes two,” he snarled.

He cupped his hand on her pussy as she whimpered, still fucking her tenderly, but roughly deep.

“Let’s go for three, whaddaya say, Squirt?”

Amy nodded and muttered, “Yes,” between heaving breaths.

His fingers on her clit resumed their dance. His other hand found her tits. He rubbed his flat palm back and forth, from nipple to nipple.

Amy’s head dropped back on his shoulder as she rode his cock. She took what she needed from his erection as his hands pleasured her buttons. He pinched and massaged her nipples, and toyed with her clitoris.

His sister kept her hands clasped behind her, offering her body to him completely. She was his toy, and gave him free reign to pleasure them both.

Amy shuddered again as he brought her up another quick peak.

He groaned into her ear, “Your cunt feels so fucking good when you cum.”

Her walls throbbed on his organ, squeezing tight as she shuddered. Luke had to pull out as she rode another wave. The sensations were too much for him. Her silken juices ran down her thighs as she quaked in his grip.

He held her and kissed her lips and cheeks softly. Amy’s eyelids fluttered as she melted into her brother.

He pushed her back against the counter, letting her recover as he caressed her flesh. He kissed her sweaty neck and shoulders. He dragged his tongue, enjoying her salty flavor.

“How are you holding up?” He whispered. He massaged his shaft with her slick, open womanhood.

“I’m very, very good,” Amy replied in a deep tone, a smile painting her lips.

“You ready for me to take your anal virginity, Squirt?” His lips and tongue dragged across her ear.

“Yes, extremely ready.” Amy nuzzled her hot cheek against his.

Luke turned his face and caught her lips. Their tongues snaked together as he kept his sister in his arms, bringing her back from the counter, and then turning her towards him.

The kiss broke and Amy smiled sweetly up to him. “I need to clean my mess,” she giggled.

Luke noticed the drying pool of her squirting cum on the tile and spanked her ass. “You’re my dirty little sister.”

Amy squeaked as she jumped in reaction. “You made me do it!”

Luke grinned and disappeared to the front room. He swiped the lube from the grocery bag.

Amy pulled her arms out of her shirt and bunched it in her arms. She got out two dish towels and squatted down, cleaning her stain from the floor.

Luke returned as she was rinsing her glasses in the sink. He smiled watching her clean up, covering up their tracks. She set her spectacles on a paper towel to dry.

She grabbed Luke’s hand and skipped to their parents’ bedroom. It wasn’t extremely large, but had a king sized bed and enough walking room between the dressers.

Amy hopped up onto the crisp white comforter on the bed. She beamed up to her brother, “How do you want me?”

He licked his lips, and responded after a moment’s thought. “On your hands and knees, in the middle.”

She pulled the comforter back. Then, his sister obediently crawled to the center of the mattress and settled on her hands and knees. Luke climbed up, and then moved over to her on his knees at her side.

He opened the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers looking down at her trusting face. He left the cap open and set it on her arched spine.

“Would this help?” Amy asked, and then dropped her shoulders to the bed. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks open.

Luke grinned and nodded. “Very much. You’re a smart cookie.”

“I know,” Amy said proudly, wiggling her spread bum in the air.

Luke looked down at her tight rosebud as his fingers smeared lube around it.

Amy squirmed. “It’s cold!” she squeaked.

“Relax kiddo. It’s going to be cold.” The pads of his fingers circled her winking hole. “Have you ever been touched back here?”

“No,” she replied in a gasp as one of his fingers poked into her tight rim. “It feels so naughty.”

“It’s going to get naughtier,” he said, gently pressing his finger in up to the first knuckle. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

“I know you will,” she moaned, focusing on the probing digit.

Luke worked his finger into her virgin anus, smearing lube onto her walls. He carefully pushed a second finger in. Amy let out a deep moan as she was stretched even more.

“Goodness, it feels so tight,” Amy muttered. Her toes curled in her shoes. “How can your cock fit in?”

“You’ll open up. It’ll slip right in when I get you lubed up.”

He withdrew his digits and squeezed another glob onto his fingertips. He then dropped it on her bud. Amy shuddered as he massaged the lubricant into her anus. His fingers slid inside and pressed into different angles on her hole, and then came back up, gathering more lube then back in.

Amy bit her lip as he tugged just slightly on her rim, taking his time to stretch her.

“You doing okay?” he asked when he noticed she had gone quiet.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled. “I’m just enjoying it.”

Luke pulled his fingers completely out. He squeezed some lube onto his cock and stroked himself. Amy’s skirt was still folded into the waistband as he moved behind her.

He rested his bulbous head against her entrance. Amy’s eyes were sealed shut and popped back open as she felt his flesh enter her and spread apart her ring.

“Oh, wow,” she gasped.

Her hot, soft, virginal walls engulfed him as he sank inside. Her anus drew him in and spread for him like a tight glove as he gently filled her. He didn’t stop until his length was completely sucked inside, surrounded by her tightness.

“How’s that?” He asked in a soft moan.

“It feels so dirty,” she groaned as she rocked back on him. “It hurts a little but it’s not awful.”

“I’m glad,” he said and, then pulled back. He didn’t pop out. Then, slowly slid back in, reveling in the sensations of her anal walls swallowing him.

Amy pushed her body up to meet his soft thrusts. Moans escaped her lips with every fill. Her lips and eyes crinkled as he picked up the pace a taste. His hands held her hips and pulled her ass onto his dick.

Luke fucked her gently, slowly probing her ass with his erection, taking time for her to get used to the sensations. Amy groaned deeply as he filled her completely. Her walls squeezed his member as she shuddered. Her body trembled beneath him and her toes curled tight. She took deep breaths reminding herself to relax as the intensity grew.

“Are you still doing okay, Amy?” he asked with a heavy grunt.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Go harder, please.”

He picked up his pace until he was ramming his pelvis against her ass. They traded animalistic groans back and forth as he dug his organ into her bottom. He stretched her open with his tool and Amy’s body had relaxed.

Luke reached under her body and masturbated her as he drilled her ass. His fingers traded between pinching and rubbing her nerve filled nub.

Amy whimpered and cried out in pleasure as her brother’s hand working clit and his cock in her ass got her off. Her fluids leaked out of her, seeping down on her inner thighs. Her sphincter grasped onto Luke’s organ as she trembled.

Filthy words flew out of Amy’s mouth after she came down from the high.

Her brother grabbed her hips as a torrential orgasm took him over. His cock throbbed hard, spitting ribbons of seed into the depths of his sister’s ass.

Amy gasped feeling him shoot, “Oh thank you, that is what I needed.”

Luke was in a fog as his hips continued to buck, pumping every last bit of his load into her anus.

He finally pulled out and collapsed down on the bed. “Holy fuck,” he muttered in an exhale.

Amy uncurled her legs and fell onto the mattress on her stomach. She didn’t want any of his cream to ooze onto the comforter.

“Where did you get that mouth?” Luke asked, looking over at her and pushing sticky wisps of hair off of her face.

Amy giggled and shied into her folded arms, only letting him see her eyes. “It just came out.”

“It just came out?” Luke laughed.

Amy giggled again before lifting her head. “Well, I’ve talked dirty before. I like doing it. But just now, it’s never been like that.”

They smiled at each other as she rested her chin on her arm.

“I was on some dirty talk over load with you in my ass,” she muttered, and then bit her lip.

“Feel free to go into overload any time,” he said, and then opened his nook for her.

Amy scooted over and settled into his embrace face down. They rested for several minutes, on the verge of a nap but still conscious.

Amy kissed along his shoulder as she whispered, “Are you hungry? I could use some sex fuel.”

Luke held her face and kissed her. “You are amazing,” he mumbled against her supple lips.

They slid out of bed together and Amy looked back checking for stains and grabbing the tube of lubricant. Luke helped her pull the sheets off of the bed. She made a mental note to febreeze the comforter later.

Her brother took the dirty sheets to the washer. Then, Luke put on his boxers in the front room and his shirt too.

Amy grabbed the towels, her glasses, and clothing from the kitchen. Then, she hurried upstairs. Her brothers sticky cum leaked from her as she ran around the house.

Amy cleaned her glasses properly in her bathroom with lens cleaner. She slipped them on her face and looked at her freshly fucked form in the mirror. She looked and felt sticky, dirty, and fulfilled. She smiled to herself, seeing both of their handprints and on her butt and her messy braided pigtails.

She took off the remainder of her uniform in the bathroom. Then, she admired herself with one last glace before going back into her room.

Amy put on a fresh pair of panties. They were white, silk bikinis with baby blue polka dots and a blue bow below her belly button. Her brother’s seed soaked into the fabric as it met her flesh. She slipped a short, white silk robe over herself.

Luke had finished making them each a Turkey sandwich, complete with alfalfa sprouts, onions, and mayonnaise on wheat bread, by the time she returned. He handed her hers on a paper plate.

“Thank you,” she smiled, and then hopped back up on the counter where she was earlier. “You always make the best sandwiches.”

Luke leaned against the counter next to her as they ate. Amy kicked her heels against the cabinets.

“You make the best a lot of things,” he said, and then took a bite.

“The best, huh? I like being the best at things.” Amy smiled eagerly.

“I know you do, you little brown-noser,” Luke teased.

“Hey! Just because Misses Davis had you in fifth grade and you drove her mad, and then I came along and she adored me, doesn’t make me a brown-noser,” Amy protested as they ate.

“Oh, well, how about when you stayed inside during recess to fix the classroom library books in elementary school?”

“You’re such a meanie!” Amy pouted. “You were just jealous because my teachers always liked me and I was the favorite student.” She giggled a little, trying to keep up her act of being a snotty little girl.

“Yeah exactly, you did shit like that for them. Of course you’re going to be the favorite.” Luke chuckled, shaking his head, and then taking a mouthful of sandwich goodness.

“Whatever.” Amy rolled her eyes. “You were a bad kid, what else is there to say?”

“I wasn’t a bad kid. I was just a prankster, there are far worse things.”

Amy finished chewing, holding up her finger to reserve her turn in the conversation. She swallowed before speaking. “Fair enough. But, I guess it’s even now. I’m a bad little girl and you adore me for it.”

“Damn right I do.”

Amy grinned, and then they finished their lunch. She hopped down from the counter onto her bare feet. Amy threw away their plates and Luke got two pops from the fridge.

Amy picked up the pen from the counter and held it out to her brother. “Mark me before we lose count,” she grinned devilishly.

Luke rubbed his lips together and took a look at her before setting the sodas on the counter. He pushed the silk over her breasts out of the way. He took the pen and made three slashes under “Amy” and one under “Luke.”

“You’re going to win, women are so damn lucky,” Luke said.

“Why? Because we can just keep on going?” She asked as she watched the tally marks grow on the game board on her tits. “Also, it’s not a matter of wining. Just getting as many as we each can.”

“Yes, however,” he bent down to kiss her chest with a tender peck before closing her robe back up, “you’re the Energizer Bunny, Amy. You just keep going and going. I have to stop myself cause I don’t want to stop fucking you.”

“Hmm,” she tapped on his cheek gently. “So, if it were a true game, you would say that you need a handicapped score. I could figure out the curve on your exam.”

Luke couldn’t help but laugh at her, “You are such a dork.”

“And you love it. You love fucking a smart girl,” she quickly retorted.

“I do. You’re such an eager learner,” he whispered onto her finger as she traced his lips.

“Teach me Luke, I want to learn everything.”

“I will. You want to be the best at sex too don’t you?” Luke slipped the pen in the pocket of her robe.

Amy nodded fast and her braided pigtails bounced on her shoulders and their blue bows danced. She noticed Penny by the back door and scurried over to let her out.

“Don’t tell your doggie friends about this either,” she said to her as she ran out and onto the porch. She left the door open so she could come back in and to air the sex stench out a bit.

Luke came up behind her and swooped her up in his arms. He carried her over his shoulder. Amy squealed giddily and she grabbed the pop cans off of the counter as she passed them. Luke swatted at her silk covered bum as he carried her back to the lounge and she playfully kicked her feet in the air.

He set her down on the sofa, and then sat next to her. They snuggled up together; Amy’s legs over his lap and her body nestled against him. They kissed softly as they rested their bodies. They melted into each other’s lips, grazing their hands over the other’s form.

“Your cum is all sticky and gooey in my panties,” Amy mumbled against her brothers lips.

Her words sent a tic through his body and a thump of life in his softened cock. “Fuck, Amy, you have such a filthy mouth.” His arm was around her back, holding her to him and he squeezed her hip.

“You’re the one who keeps kissing it,” muttered between kisses.

Amy lifted herself for him as her brother’s hand reached her mound. His fingers ran over the sticky and drying mess on the other side between her flesh and the panties. He smeared it into her with his fingers.

Amy’s eyes went wide and she pulled back, looking up at Luke. “I like being messy.”

He pushed his fingers against her asshole, wiping away his seed with her panties. “I know you do, dirty little Squirt.”

He took his hand away quickly, and then hopped off the sofa and went back to the grocery bag. He pulled out Amy’s present and handed it to her as he plopped back on the sofa. Penny had wandered back in took her favorite spot in front of the couch. Amy stopped petting her as Luke gave her the little box.

“Is it time to play with this?” she beamed, pulling out the plastic encased pink cockring.

“Maybe,” Luke said, and then kissed her cheek. He pulled her back over his lap where she was before. “At least open it up and make sure it works.”

Amy tore the plastic off and looked it over. She rapidly found the small button and the rubber vibrated with life. She held it against the pads of her fingers. Its buzz wasn’t terribly strong, but more than enough to be satisfying.

“It works,” she said with a grin. Her robe had fallen open over her left breast.

Luke took it from her and circled her available nipple with the little bullet vibrator connected to the cockring. He circled her nipple ever so slowly, watching it grow harder. Amy squirmed and whimpered. He lightly dragged it back and forth over her pebble, and then up and down. She shuddered in his arms.

She spit into her hand and slipped it straight into the fly of his boxers. She wrapped her palm around his growing shaft, pulling him as he hardened.

Luke held the ring stretched around two fingers, trailing it over his sister’s breast. He followed her curves, and pushed her robe off of the other one. He attacked her nipple with the buzzing rubber bullet. Amy’s fist stroked him harder, and then moved down, giving his balls a tug. Then, back up to his shaft.

“I’d definitely say it works,” Luke groaned as his sister’s hand worked its magic, teasing his cockhead the way he loved.

Amy whimpered a response, trembling as he teased her breasts, lighting up her senses.

Luke tickled her in wavy lines up and down her stomach. He neared her pussy over her panties, but went back up before he touched it. Amy’s flesh rose up in goose bumps. Music sang from her lips as her brother played her body.

She gripped onto his erection as his touches made her quiver. It was the exact response he wanted. She raised her hips in fluid movement with his hand. She begged for him to touch between her legs without words.

Amy was breathing hard and her stomach trembled as he circled her tits with the little buzzer and then flew back down her abdomen. Finally, he gave it to her.

He pressed the bullet hard against her silk covered clit. Amy moaned and stiffened up, her hand clenched around his cock. He held it there as she writhed against it, getting herself off. Her panties stained with her fresh cum as her legs quaked. She had a shuddering orgasmic tremor running through her body.

He watched her face as she gasped a fresh breath. Her eyelids fluttering as he didn’t let up the pressure. Luke didn’t let her come down off of her peak. He wiggled it back and forth over her nub.

Her fist on his organ let up with her release, but pumped him as her legs quaked. Her entire body trembled as she groaned, dropping her head back.

A second orgasm flooded over her right away. Her body jerked and her nipples contracted. Unable to catch her breath, she muttered, “Oh my god,” several times over.

“Two,” Luke said as he lifted his fingers off of her, letting her overloaded clitoris rest for a mere moment. “More?”

He didn’t let her answer. He flicked her soppy panties over, displaying her engorged genital. He pressed the vibrator against it from the underside, directly onto it.

Amy could feel every buzz from the toy. Her body fed from it, bringing her to the brink again. She had back to back orgasms with a toy on her own, but never this intensely.

Luke smeared her fluids onto the rubber vibe, massaging it into her clit. Amy’s hand all but let go of his cock as she rode the rollercoaster her brother took her on.

She tensed up again. “Fuck. Fuck. Fucking,” she stammered, moaning out into the living room.

Her toes curled tight and her legs quaked hard, almost hurting. Another climactic wave rained down on her. Her brother held her tight against him, not letting her get away. His fingers didn’t stop. He dipped his fingers into her sloppy hole, soaking the ring and vibrator.

“Luke,” his sister gasped. “God, please, I can’t take it again.”

“One more, Squirt, you got it in you,” he held the buzzer against clit again, making quick circles on it. “You want the record don’t you?”

“Yes!” Amy screamed.

Her fingers clenched onto his thigh and the couch cushion. Her body gained a fresh sheen. Her muscles ticked with every flick. Then, Luke pressed it into her nub hard again. Every round was more intense. Her clit was on fire.

Amy mumbled, speaking in tongues as her hips thrashed. Luke forced another orgasm out of his baby sister. She quaked violently; every nerve in her body was inflamed as the intense rush of heat took her.

She came down and panted in his arms. Luke dipped the vibrator into the oozing pool of her cunt juices and it sloppily buzzed, stirring up her nectar.

Amy caught her breath and pushed her glasses back up on her sweaty face. “Well, I’m speechless.”

Luke grinned and turned it off. “That’s four.”

He took the pen from her pocket and uncapped it with his mouth. He marked on the game board. She giggled as the tip of the pen tickled her.

He capped the pen back up. “That’s eight total for you, Amy.”

Amy played coy and shied away into his chest.

“That’s eight orgasms so far you and one of them was a giant gushing squirt. You’re a little nympho. And you want more don’t you?”

Amy giggled and curled up across her brother’s lap. “I want as many as you’ll give me.”

Luke kissed her sweaty forehead. “Energizer Bunny,” he mumbled against her temple.

He held her still trembling body for several long moments. His sister nuzzled against him, rubbing his hard cock gently between her creamy thigh and palm.

“What’s next on the menu?” Amy muttered as her fingers grazed over up over his chest, and then came back down.

Her brother dropped sweet pecks across her forehead and along her hairline. “Well, it’s about one o’clock already. What do you think?”

His fingers tickled her breasts, dancing over the curves. Amy giggled and snuggled up even more to him as her soft hand lightly massaged his length. “Well, we don’t have to hit everything in one day, we have almost a month. I want to enjoy each spot.”

Luke grinned and pulled her in closer to him.

“Also, we have to air it out down here before mom gets home. So, maybe dining room, and then go shower together?”

“Sounds like a perfect plan,” he said, and then picked her up in his arms. He carried her to the dining room.

Amy wrapped her hands around his neck and closed the back door with her foot as they passed by it. She covered his cheek and jaw in kisses he carried her.

He gently dropped her on the corner of the table. Amy pushed away the table runner and scooted over the center of the edge, where her dad sat for meals. He left her for just a moment to put his parent’s sheets in the dryer.

When he returned, Amy had turned over onto her back with her head hanging of the table. Luke pushed his dad’s chair out of the way and stripped himself of his boxers and t-shirt.

“You have the best ideas,” he grinned as he stepped up to his sister’s open mouth.

Her robe was open across her body. Luke ran his hands over the large mounds on her chest as her mouth opened.

“Feed me,” Amy muttered, and then sealed her lips around his shaft.

She sucked her sex off of his flesh. It wasn’t the most pleasing taste in her mouth, but she didn’t mind. She massaged his stiffening organ as he pumped his hips gently against her face. He gave her more and more as he grew to fully erect.

Luke pinched her nipples, pulling on them as he sank into her throat. Amy squealed around his member, gagging herself. Her spit ran up her face and his balls suffocated her. She quickly lifted them off of her nose so she wouldn’t choke. She teased his sac with her fingers as he gently probed his cock deep into her available throat.

He pulled out to let her spit up on his cock and herself, making a stickier mess of her mouth each time. Then, her brother filled her oral void once again and she suckled his length into the depths of her throat.

Strings of Amy’s saliva hung off of her face as her brother molested her tits. Her heels rocked her body on top of the table. Luke growled as he used her throat, working himself up to the edge.

Luke pulled out, and Amy gasped for air as he rose up over her. He rubbed his spittle coated cock against her chest. Her brother loosely squeezed her tits together and slid his member between the hills. Luke relaxed, gently humping her chest, feeling her soft ivory flesh against him.

Amy caught her breath and cleared her loosened throat as he brother enjoyed her body. Luke slipped his fingers into her soppy wet panties and pulled them off of her. Amy lifted up her legs and he slid them off.

Her feet settled back on the polished cherry wood table as Luke stepped back. Amy sat up and pushed the centerpiece and the runner as far across the table as she could without it toppling over.

“I want you to lay down on here. Right where we have Thanksgiving dinner,” Amy said devilishly, and then pulled the cockring from her pocket before dropping her robe on the floor.

“That is oddly a sexy thing to say,” Luke chuckled.

He walked around and picked up the centerpiece, moving it to the buffet. Then, he lifted himself up onto the table and scooted back so his hips were in the center.

Amy grinned, and then lifted her leg to mount him. She settled her butt against his thighs. She stretched the pink rubber cockring and slid it carefully over his shaft and placed the ring around his base, leaving the vibration off for now.

She nibbled her lip as she watched it grow thicker, and even stronger. Her fingers lightly trailed along the length of his soft, veiny flesh. Amy was fascinated as his mushroom head became ruby red.

Amy moved up and lifted her hips over his. She looked down at her brother as she lowered her hot and sticky cunt down over his swollen shaft, sheathing him in her loose fucked hole.

She arched herself down, avoiding the chandelier. She supported herself with her hands above his shoulders as she grinded into him. Luke held her hips and lifted himself, pushing his rod into her tunnel, meeting her deep thrusts.

Whimpers and moans escaped her lips. He grunted against her face as her hips rolled with purpose. Luke held her tight, squishing her chest against his. His other hand gripped her fleshy ass and pulled her down on him. They shared deep guttural groans, pumping their loins into each other.

Luke’s erection was strong and powerful, filled with blood and rage. Amy sat up on his lap, ducking underneath the light fixture as she rose. She sat back on his pelvis, cramming his cock up into her.

The sun came in through the windows, even though the blinds were closed. The light washed over her, giving her sweaty form a glow. He watched the dance of her body and the passion on her face in the bright light. Her fingers rubbed her clit, and the other hand groped her breast. She groaned in ecstasy, bouncing on his prick.

Luke let her ride, enjoying the view he had. Her pelvis circled into him and her tits bounced on her chest. Her swollen pink nipples stood proudly on her breasts. He held her, but letting her lead, taking what she needed from him until she reached another orgasm.

Her cunt pulsed on his rigid erection, releasing the flood gates of another rush of her juices. She leaked onto his cock and balls as she shuddered and her teeth chattered. Her fluids soaked his pubic hair and leaked onto the table.

Amy’s eyes popped back open when he tugged her back down to him by her pigtails. Luke looked into her glazed over eyes as she grunted. He pounded up into her seeping hole.

“Does my baby sister want another load of cum inside of her,” he growled, shoving himself hard up into her.

He held her hips still. It was his turn to use her. He made her squeal, digging his spear against her cervix with every heavy thrust. His other hand held her pigtail, keeping her face close.

“I want it, Luke. I was your seed in me. Pump it into me,” Amy cried out. Her eyes were wide and breaths heaved.

Her words made him growl and he pushed her off. He quickly slid off the table and pulled Amy off after. He bent her over his chair and she propped her ass up behind her. She stood on her tippy toes. Her hands rested on the cushion.

He didn’t speak, and rammed himself back into her. His hands clasped around her pigtails, using them as handlebars, pulling her body onto his. He fucked her hard, slapping his pelvis aginst her ass.

She held onto the cushion, every one of the dirty names sent a wave of heat through her body. Her legs trembled. “I love you too. I want your cum inside me. Please fucking give it to me,” Amy wailed. “I’ve been a good little girl, I want my reward.”

Luke wrapped his forearm around her hips and pulled her back as close to his pelvis as possible. Roughly he dug himself inside of her as his her walls milked him. He buried his cock into the deepest crevice he could, spilling his seed as he growled.

Amy gasped, and rocked herself against him as he bucked, “It feels so good when you cum inside me.”

Luke kissed up her spine and across her shoulder blades as his organ throbbed with aftershocks. He slowly withdrew himself.

He grinned, looking down at her. He crammed two fingers into her gaping hole and dug out his spunk. Amy’s face light up as he gathered his load.

Luke pulled out his fingers and Amy spun around. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. Her brother smeared their mixed juices onto her parted lips. Amy stuck out her tongue, but he pulled his fingers away and left a dollop on the tip of her nose.

Amy giggled and tried to reach it with her tongue, and then whimpered when she couldn’t get a taste.

Luke smeared short lines of the sticky fluid on both of her cheeks. His sister smiled wide. Then, she opened her mouth again and he stuck his fingers inside. Her lips sealed around his digits and sucked, swallowing every drop of his cum.

Luke pulled his fingers away, smiling down at her sweet face. “You ready for a shower?” he asked, tapping on her lips.

Amy kissed his fingers as she spoke, “Yes, if we have to.”

He stepped away from her, chuckling and grinning.

She picked up her robe and slid her arms inside. She tied it loosely, and then stuffed her soiled panties into the pocket. She retrieved the pen and held it out to her brother again. He marked one tally under each of their names. Then, he put on his boxers and t-shirt again.

“Will you open all the windows down here? And I will make sure everything is cleaned up,” Amy said as they left the dining room.

“Yeah, no problem.” He bent down and kissed her soft lips.

Amy grinned, and then went to the pantry to retrieve a few cleaning supplies. She grabbed pledge, febreeze, and air freshener, putting them out on the counter.

Amy cleaned the table, wiping away the smudges of their sweat and her leaked fluids. She set it back up, shinier than before their fuck. Then, she went to their parents’ bedroom and freshened up the comforter, spraying it liberally with febreeze.

Luke stopped to drop a kiss on her lips as they passed by each other, on his way to open the window and back door in the kitchen. Penny came running, and went outside.

Amy ran through the house with the air freshener, spraying it the whole time. She circled the front room, their parents’ room, through the kitchen and the dining room.

“Damn, Amy. Isn’t that enough? Mom’s going to think a spring blossom exploded in the house,” he said, gagging on the aerosol spray.

She laughed as she put everything away. “Well, dear brother. Which is better, spring blossom exploding or our sex aroma?”

“I’d say sex aroma. But, since this isn’t my apartment, I guess the latter will have to do.”

“It’ll all air out in the next hour,” Amy said with a wink.

Luke grabbed the bag from the pharmacy and put everything they used back in it before following Amy up the stairs. She went to the bathroom, did her business, and then started the water for their shower. She hopped in and Luke came in, using the toilet when she was behind the curtain.

“Luke you’re peeing!” Amy squealed as she let the hot water run over her.

“Well would you rather I do it in the shower?” he laughed.

“Well, no. But still, I’m right here.”

“Just don’t listen.”

Amy sighed and rubbed his dried cum into her skin as she rinsed herself, making it sticky again.

Luke joined her a moment later. They washed the other’s hair and bodies. Luke was careful not to rub against their tally marks on her tits, he just let the soap run over it. The second washing of her leg cleaned the rest of the ink from last night.

“I wish I could wear your cum all day,” Amy said as he cleaned her.

“I do too.” He kissed her as the hot water trickled down his back.

“Maybe one day,” she moaned his fingers found her sticky cunt.

He cleaned her cunt, smearing his fingers into her inner flesh. He pinned her against the corner of the tub and kissed her deeply. Her weak legs opened wide for him and she trembled on her toes.

He rinsed his hand in the water, and then found her rosebud. He pushed his fingers inside of her used hole and Amy squealed, holding tight onto his shoulders. He dragged his cum out of her, and then wiped it on her ass.

“I want you all clean for me later, nice and fresh to fuck,” he moaned into her mouth.

Amy whimpered as his fingers returned to her pussy. He manipulated her cunt with his probing fingers and his thumb on her over sensitive clit, until she orgasmed for him again. She screamed out, echoing the bathroom as she squirted into the tub, gushing around his fingers.

“Guess you had more saved up now,” Luke said with a grin. His fingertips brushed her slick swollen lips.

Amy quivered, holding onto him to keep from falling. “Apparently,” she muttered.

They finished their shower and dressed themselves. Amy wiggled into black and white polka dot boy shorts. Before she put on a bra, Luke made yet another mark on Amy’s side of the board, putting her total up to ten.

She put on a pair of jeans and a worn black Metallica shirt that was Luke’s many years ago.

He smiled upon seeing it. “I don’t think I ever looked that good in that shirt.”

Amy giggled as she towel dried her hair. “I have a lot of your old stuff. Guys’ shirts look cute on girls sometimes.”

“You’re right about that,” he said and then put on his jeans and t-shirt.

Amy plopped down on the bed and her wet hair draped over her pillows. Luke snuggled up next to her, breathing in her cleanliness.

“I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow,” she giggled as she curled her legs over his.

Luke nuzzled her nose. “Then I will have done my job.”

They rested in each other’s arms for almost an hour. They enjoyed the silence, listening to the others breathing. They gently caressed each other over their clothes while sharing soft kisses.

“Mom will be home soon,” Amy whispered. “I wish you could touch me like this all the time.”

“I do too,” he replied between kisses.

“We should get downstairs before she gets here,” Amy pouted. She gave her brother one last deep kiss, savoring it before pulling away.

They slid off of the bed and went down the steps. Their aromatic calling card had filtered out of the air.

Luke closed up all the windows while Amy checked her phone and replied to a text to Kristy. She thanked her for sending her the pages and problem numbers for their calculus homework.

They made their parent’s bed with sheets cleaned of their sex. Amy was a perfectionist about all things, including bed making. She made sure all the creases were in the proper spots and the length of the comforter was the same on both sides, before heading to the living room.

Amy plopped down on the sofa, and then tossed the ball for Penny as she texted with her friend. Luke returned with two cold glasses of water for them and sat down next to her.

“We went downtown today, by the way,” Amy said as her thumbs continued to fly on the phone screen.

“Oh did we?” Luke asked. He took over playing fetch with Penny. “What did we do today? Did we go see The Bean?”

“Yes, we saw The Bean,” she chuckled. Amy typed out a message rather quickly, and then continued speaking. “We also walked the Magnificent Mile, and then went to observation deck at the John Hancock. We stopped by the Water Tower as well. Touristy stuff.”

Her phone buzzed in her hand again as she took a sip of water.

“Wow, we had a busy day, Squirt,” he said with a grin, and then tossed Penny’s ball to the hallway.

“We fucking did.” Amy leaned over and kissed him. Then, she backed away into her corner of the sofa. “I have to get used to not touching you.”

Luke smiled, slinking back into the couch. Penny returned and jumped up between them. Luke pet her, giving her doggie cuddles.

Amy continued texting with Kristy, and Luke flipped on the television. He settled on ESPN. Their mother, Kathryn arrived home. Penny jumped off the sofa to greet her, but then promptly returned to Luke.

They both smiled as she walked by. “Hey Mom,” they almost said in unison.

“Hey kids, how was your day today?” She smiled to them, glancing through the mail. After pulling out the ads, she looked over at her children on the sofa.

“My day was fine, nothing special. Just school,” Amy said. “A girl in yearbook had a hissy fit today because of the size of her senior ad.”

Luke smiled inwardly, marveling at how easily she made that up and the calmness in his sister’s voice.

Their mother put the mail onto the coffee table, and then took a seat in her favorite chair.

“Her ad size? You’re talking about the space at the back of the book we bought and made a small layout for, right?” Kathryn asked.

“Yes. It was so stupid. She was flipping out, saying that her parents paid for more. So then, Misses Johnson went through all of them to find her parents’ check,” Amy told her lie casually. “It was a stupid mess that took up a lot of time in class.”

“Wow,” her mother chuckled. “That’s quite an event.”

Amy shrugged, grinning. “‘Tis my exciting life, Mother.”

“How about you, Luke?” his mom asked. “Were you able to get ahold of anyone?” She tucked a few stray wisps behind her ears that had fallen from her golden bun.

He hoped he was half as convincing as Amy. “No, the people I thought of like Chris and Ethan were working today. But, we are going to set up a night soon to have some beers.”

“Oh, well that will be fun.” She attentively chatted with her children.

“Yeah.” He patted penny’s ribs. “So, I just took a quick trip downtown, saw The Bean and had some coffee. Then, I picked Amy up.” He smiled to his mother. “How about yours?”

“Just fine.” She returned his smile, enjoying having both of her children across from her. “I loathe going in there, that’s why I work at home. Those people drive me up the wall. I’m not going to bore you guys with it all.”

They shared a laugh before relaxing into conversation. Amy started doing some homework, curled up on the sofa. Luke and his mother chatted and watched the early news.

He glanced over to Amy a few times throughout the hour. Images of her flew by in his vision when he looked at her. He saw her in lewd positions for him, her mouth agape as she screamed in pleasure, and holding her quivering body as he rode wave after wave of orgasmic delight. His extremely satisfied cock twitched at the memories.

“Ohhh, that does sound yummy,” Amy said with a smile. “Mom, do you want to go?”

“Your father will probably want to stay in. But, go ahead.” She looked over to them on the sofa. “Get a large and bring the leftovers home.”

“Definitely,” Luke said, and then patted Amy’s leg.

She smirked at her brother. “Do you want to get going now, before it gets too crowded?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Amy stuffed her homework back into her bag. Then, she hopped off the sofa. “Let me go get changed.”

“But, you’re already dressed,” Luke hollered as she flew up the stairs.

“I’m a girl, I change clothes a lot,” she yelled back, and then closed the door.

Amy looked through her closet, searching for a certain white dress. Once she found it, she laid it out over her bed and put lilac flats out on front of the outfit.

Amy straightened her brown locks, smoothing out any frizz from letting her hair air dry. She considered doing her makeup, but rarely ever wore it. She shook her head and decided against it, she was often told how blessed she was with her complexion. Amy put her glasses back on and finger brushed her long, thick chestnut mane.

She paused at her lingerie drawer. She looked back at the spaghetti strap dress. A strapless bra would be her best choice. Amy fished out a very light pink lace bra, and matching thong.

She stripped out of her clothes and dressed for what felt like a date with her brother.

She put on her sheer, daintily laced bra. Their names on the game board were visible just above the cups. She slipped into her thong, and settled the thin band over her hips.

Amy unzipped the back of her dress, and then stepped inside. The silk slip sewn inside the linen layer hugged her figure. The dress stopped at her knees and had flower eyelets cut out and patterned all over the garment. She set the spaghetti straps on her shoulders, and then tugged at the bows to make sure their looseness wouldn’t expose her chest. Amy slipped her feet into soft purple ballet flats, and then threw a coordinating cardigan over her bare shoulders.

Luke’s eyes glued to his sister as she glided down the steps. The dress wasn’t slutty or short, but his sister made it sexy. Her outfit was proper for Easter Service at church and Amy radiated in it.

“Jesus Christ,” Luke mumbled under his breath. He watched the very tasteful amount of cleavage her dress allowed bounce with curve of her chest.

She smiled at her brother. He stopped himself from telling her how stunning she looked.

“You look rather darling, Amy,” her mother beamed.

“Thanks. It’s just a little dress I found when Kristy and I were shopping last week,” Amy did a playful spin as she spoke.

“Good choice. You look very pretty in it,” Kathryn said smiling.

Luke nodded the same response as he drank her in with her eyes.

“Thanks Mom. Can we borrow your card tonight?” Amy asked as she picked up her purse.

“Sure sweetheart. Bring some garlic bread back too.” She dug through her purse, and then gave Amy her credit card.

“Sure thing,” Amy replied cheerfully. She took it and slipped the card into her wallet.

Luke rose up from the sofa. “Ready to go?” He picked up Amy’s car keys from the coffee table.

“Yup.” She gave her mom and kiss on the cheek. “See you in a little while.”

Luke and Amy went out the door and to her car. Amy waved at the neighbor kids she babysat down the street, playing catch in their yard.

They got in the car and joined the traffic on the road.

“You look gorgeous, Amy,” Luke said, breaking the silence.

She caressed the back of brother’s hand as he rested it on the gearshift. “Thank you,” Amy said softly.

“Stunningly gorgeous.” Luke grinned as he stopped at a light.

Amy curled her fingers under his palm as she blushed. “Thanks, I’m glad you like it. I wanted to look pretty for you.”

“You succeeded very well,” he said, and then quickly kissed her cheek before the traffic moved again.

They chatted about their day’s events and Luke teased her about her high number in their record keeping. Amy curled her fingers with his, holding his hand on the console as Luke drove to his preferred pizza place.

Amy picked up his hand and brought it to her mouth. Luke grinned, keeping his eyes on the traffic as she licked up and down his middle and index fingers. She opened her mouth and sucked them inside, swirling her tongue against his flesh.

“You’re such a bad girl,” Luke teased her as mimicked her cock sucking style on his fingers.

She pulled her mouth back and lapped her tongue between his digits. “I thought you liked me that way,” she said, and then kissed his sticky fingers.

“I do. I love you that way. I was just making a statement,” his organ throbbed as he spoke.

Amy suckled his fingers back between her smiling lips and continued teasing her brother until they arrived at the restaurant.

They went inside and took a table in the bar. The restaurant was filling up quickly with other diners. The stomach rumbling aroma of pizza pie filtered throughout the establishment. They took a seat next to each other at the corners of a checkered table top. Amy draped her cardigan off the back of her chair, exposing her bare shoulders except for the thin straps of her dress.

Luke ordered himself a hoppy dark lager and Amy a “diet whatever you have.” Their waitress was cheerful and promptly took their order of a meat overloaded deep dish pizza. Luke already knew what he wanted before they were leaving the house.

They talked casually, and fought to keep themselves from touching each other. They didn’t want to be seen, and you never know who is around the corner in a big city, or anywhere for that matter. Their parents were fairly popular people in the community and had friends all over. Their knees bumped underneath the table purposely several times.

“So, I was thinking about spring break,” Amy said as they waited the standard forty minutes for their meal.

“What about it?”

“Well, I would probably spend it normally with Kristy and Madison just shopping, getting our nails done, you know girl stuff. Also, I would be doing too much studying.”

Luke chuckled, and then took a sip of beer.

“I have a lot of money saved up from babysitting since I was fourteen. So, depending on when you have to leave,” Amy grinned before she continued, “we could take a trip together. That is if you wanted to of course.”

Luke returned the smile. He looked over her ivory shoulders, and then back up to her freckled face. “You know I would love to go on a trip with you.”

“I thought so.” She winked, and then sipped her pop. “When do you have to go back?”

“Not until March thirtieth.”

“That’s almost too perfect,” Amy beamed. “Where do you want to go?”

“Montreal?” Luke asked with a shrug. “It’s a two day’s drive, with hotel stops, and you can drink legally there.”

Amy’s bright smile light up her face as she nodded fast. “Perfect.”

“Are sure you don’t want to go somewhere far away and warm? Wear a bikini on the beach?” Luke smirked.

His sister lifted her foot and ran it slowly up his calf. “If we get a hotel with a pool, there will be plenty of bikinis,” Amy said, and then quickly withdrew her foot. “Besides, you’re right, a two day’s drive is good.”

Luke’s leg tingled from her touch.

“Also, we could,” she leaned in to whisper, “say things out loud and touch each other openly.”

“I like the way you think,” he replied softly, looking into her lust flamed eyes.

“And you call me a dork,” Amy giggled. She sat back up and sipped her cola.

Luke stopped himself from saying something filthy to his little sister as the waitress arrived with their monstrous pizza. Conversation returned to more suitable topics as they dined. They shared intense glances when their eyes would lock.

Luke noticed her shifting in her chair and rubbing her thighs together, he wondered what she could be thinking about. His mind was wandered to the spectacular blow job she gave him earlier.

They received the order of garlic bread for their parents and boxed up a large hunk of pizza. After paying and each taking turns in the restroom, they went to the door. The hostess thanked them for coming and Amy took a handful of peppermints from the bowl.

Amy held the pizza box on her lap as they left the parking lot. She leaned her head back against the head rest and looked over at her brother, grinning to herself as he drove. Amy reached over and followed the outline of his earlobe and the ridges of his cartilage with her fingertip.

“I want you to do things to me while we are in public when we take our little trip,” she said, trailing her fingers between his ear and neck.

“I can definitely make that happen,” Luke said with a devilish grin, glancing over at her, and then back to the road.

“I want you to make me cum in my panties while we are at dinner,” Amy said.

Her innocent voice rushed blood into Luke’s loins. His sister’s fingertips danced along his jawline and then back up to his ear as he listened.

“You will drive me wild with your hand and I will want to scream. It’ll be so intense for you to hear me in your ear, breathing hard and fighting back.”

Luke shuddered as his sister’s dirty words sank in and his cock throbbed back to life.

“Maybe there will be a man there, and you make me look in eyes while I cum.”

“Fuck, Amy,” he groaned.

Her hand ran down his chest, and then groped his package. “I think you need to pull over somewhere.”

“Right now?” Luke gasped. “Amy, this isn’t the best neighborhood.”

“That’s a good reason to stop here. No one we know will drive by.” She rubbed her hand against his hidden length. “I’m going to suck your cum out of you. It’s going to be a long time until Mom and Dad go to sleep.”

“You’re so bad.” Luke grinned.

He turned into the next residential division he could. Amy continued stroking him through his jeans, waiting patiently while he found a spot and parallel parked. Luke turned off the car and took the pizza box from her lap, placing it in the backseat.

Amy smiled at his courtesy as she undid her seatbelt. Luke clicked the doors locked, unbuckled the seatbelt, and then angled his seat back. His sister sat up on her knees and leaned over the console. She hurried, undoing his fly as her brother rested back, into the velour seat.

Amy licked her lips hungrily as she pulled out his erection. Her fist wrapped around his hard flesh as she kissed his lips softly.

“I want you to hold my head and use my mouth how you want it,” she mumbled between kisses.

Luke didn’t speak, and took her head in both of his hands. He pulled Amy’s hair into a ponytail and held it in his fist. He led her down to his lap.

Her mouth opened, willingly accepting his cock. Her lips sealed shut as she removed her hand and let it settle on his thigh. Luke bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, poking the tip against her throat. Amy relaxed her head and neck, giving him total control.

Luke closed his eyes and relaxed back into the seat. He groaned deeply, pushing his sister’s mouth down completely, and holding her face against his pelvis. Then, he pulled her back up. Her spittle dribbled out of her mouth as she messily sucked his cockhead.

Her brother led her mouth around his shaft like a puppet. He pushed her all the way down randomly, grinding her face into him, and watching her ass wiggle in front of the window. He let her spit and gag, and then returned to fucking her talented mouth.

Amy’s lips and cheeks grew soiled with her saliva, picking it up when he mashed her face into his pubic hair. Her throat convulsed, and she gagged. Luke was learning her reactions, and yanked her up when she needed it.

He used her drooling mouth, grunting and growling his praise as he used his sister like a toy. Amy’s cunt leaked into her panties, as her hips rocked naturally. Her hair cascaded from her brother’s fist as he manipulated her head. The windows of the car had fogged up in the cool night air.

Amy was desperate to taste his seed again. She moaned onto his flesh as she sucked his rigid erection with her filthy mouth.

Luke bucked his hips as he growled. He held Amy’s head down, and pulled her back up so she could swallow his seed its fountain as he emptied. She drank every drop, feeling it trickle down her used throat.

Her brother sighed graciously as he left go of her hair. Amy slid back into her seat, taking one last gulp for dramatic effect. Then, she wiped her mouth with the extra napkins she kept in the arm rest.

Luke took a minute to recover and clear his mind enough to drive the rest of the way home. He laughed out loud to himself, realizing how crazy this was, and how much he loved it and Amy.

Amy savored the filmy taste in her mouth from his spunk as Luke drove them home. She squirmed in her seat, rubbing her warm pussy against it. Luke just grinned, watching her teasing herself. He wanted her in heat by the time they got their neck round in.

Luke leaned over and kissed Amy’s lips at the stop sign before their street. She smiled as he backed away. Amy flipped down the visor checking for any stains on her face before they got out of the car.

Luke and Amy dropped the pizza and bread off in the kitchen and said hello to her parents. When Amy gave her dad his daily evening kiss on the cheek, she sealed her lips tight. She didn’t want him to smell Luke’s cum on her breath. Her brother found it disturbingly arousing when she kissed their parents with the mouth that brought him immense pleasure.

They took Penny into the back yard and played fetch with her while their parents ate dinner. Luke answered his sister’s hundreds of questions about Germany and other places he had explored in Europe, while Penny ran excitedly through the grass chasing her slobbery tennis ball.

After exhausting the dog, they went back inside. Amy resumed her homework from earlier and reminded Luke to finish editing her paper. The family gathered in the front room. Their parents put on “Back to the Future” and took their respective chairs. Luke and Amy were settled on the sofa in their opposite corners and Penny snuggled up between them.

Amy worked diligently throughout the movie, wanting to finish as much as she could tonight. Even with Luke still here, she had to keep up with her AP classes and activities. Luke read over her lengthy essay and marked a few areas with his pen.

When he finished, he placed the stack of papers on the table, and then lounged back into the sofa. Amy smiled over at him before she went back to her homework. She checked that her parents were watching the television. Then, she slid her foot out from underneath her thigh, and as she moved, she casually pulled up her dress, giving Luke a better view from his angle.

Luke smiled, enjoying the sight of her curved bum, and her dress rumpled up above her ass. Amy brushed it back down, keeping her eyes on her notebook, after her brother got a peek.

Amy’s phone buzzed and she replied to her friend, scheduling a time for them to meet tomorrow, and then went back to scribbling. When she finished her calculus homework for the weekend, she put everything back in her bag.

“Luke, I’m tired. I think I’m going to go to bed. You can come up later if you want to stay and finish the movie,” Amy said breezily as she got up and smoothed out the back of her dress. “Just be quiet when you come in.”

“I’m still jet lagged, so sleeping sounds great. Also, I don’t want to bother you stumbling around your room if you’re already asleep.” Luke gave Penny one last ear ruffling before he got up.

Amy kissed her parents goodnight, and then headed upstairs. Luke followed her, wanting to smack her bouncing ass along the way.

They arrived in her room and locked the door behind them. Amy thought for a moment about the door in the bathroom and remembered seeing it locked before they left for dinner.

He picked up her face in his hands and planted a kiss on her lips. She whimpered into is his mouth as their tongues met. He pulled her to him greedily, grinding his pelvis against hers. Amy kicked off her shoes and wrapped her arms around him.

They were needy, desperate lovers feasting on the other’s mouth. Luke wrinkled the skirt of her dress in his hand until her found her asscheek and took a palm full. Amy’s hands flew under his shirt, eager to feel his abdomen and chest again.

Luke’s free hand unzipped her dress, expecting it to fall. Amy broke off the kiss and pointed to the bows on her shoulders. Her brother grinned and tugged on both of the strings at the same time. Her dress washed away, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

“Nice dress,” Luke muttered.

Amy stood proudly in front of him, biting her bottom lip.

Luke’s eyes trailed over the soft pink lace bra boosting up her generous breasts. Her swollen nipples were visible through the sheer pink material. Amy stayed still, letting him drink her in. He admired the little matching thong that delicately shielded her pussy.

“Damn, Squirt. I keep thinking you can’t get any hotter,” Luke said softly, licking his lips.

Amy grinned wide as she unhooked the back of her bra. She held onto the band and let her bare breasts slowly come into view. Amy dropped it on the floor, and then ran both of her hands over her tits. She pinched her nipples between the lengths of her fingers as her smoldering eyes watched her brother’s face.

“How long until they go to sleep?” Luke asked. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, ready to go again.

She glanced over at her clock on the nightstand as she groped her breasts. “It’ll be anywhere between a half an hour to an hour.” She took the pen from her desk and marked one slash under Luke’s name on her breast.

“I want you now,” he whispered. He took off his shirt and tossed to towards the hamper.

“Good things come to those who wait, big brother.” Amy kept her voice playful and soft as she sauntered over to her bed. She dropped the pen on her nightstand for use later.

Luke stepped out of his jeans while Amy pulled the comforter back and slid into bed in just her thong. Her brother followed her in his boxer briefs and clicked the television on to block out their voices.

Amy snuggled up on her side, resting her head on his arm. They shared smiles as he trailed his fingers along her curves beneath the covers. His hand returned from his soft teases and brought her mouth to his.

They softly kissed and touched each other, growing their arousal before their parents went to bed. Amy’s hand slipped into his boxers and then back out countless times. Her brother groped her tits, tugging on her nipples gently, making her squeak against his lips. Her pussy grew slicker with each tug.

“Did you have a good day?” Amy asked between kisses.

“I’ve had the best day,” Luke said, and then trailed his kisses across her cheek to her ear.

“Was your baby sister good to you?” Amy whispered, her hand found his erection again and clasped around it.

“She was outstanding,” Luke moaned softly in her ear.

“What about the naughty school girl? Did she take care of you?” Amy mumbled, nuzzling her hot cheek against his.

“Oh god yes, she gave me the best blow job I have ever had,” Luke said, and then nibbled her earlobe.

Amy shivered; she loved hearing his husky voice directly in her ear. “What about your anal slut? Did you like fucking her ass?”

Her brother pressed his mouth against her ear and groaned, “Fuck yes, I loved it. She was so tight and became such a filthy slut for me.”

Amy’s fist clenched around his strong shaft and squeezed it harder as she stroked him inside his boxers. Luke wrapped his fingers in her thong with the arm holding her to him. He pulled her panties up, pressing the fabric against her pussy. His cock was firm in her grip.

“I want to be your filthy slut all the time,” Amy whimpered.

“You are. You’re my filthy little Squirt. I can’t look at you without thinking of being inside you and covering you with my cum.”

“I like that, a lot,” she moaned softly.

His sister’s flesh was hot to the touch. Every time he touched her felt like the first time, he needed to have his hands on her constantly. Amy lifted her leg over his and pulled her hips closer to his. She pushed the waistband of his boxers down with her wrist as she continued her sensuous fist fuck.

“I’m going to be going mad at school when I’m away from you. It’s going to be so hard to concentrate with wet panties.”

“I want you like that. I want you to be aching for me while you’re away.” Luke tugged her earlobe with his teeth before suckling it between his lips.

“I will be. When I get home I’ll want to pounce on you.” Amy rubbed his cock against her soft, wet panties as she stroked him. “I may never sleep while you’re here.”

“We don’t need sleep,” Luke said as he dropped kisses all over the side of her face. “We can live off of sex.”

“If only that were true,” Amy giggled. “I would be set for life.”

Her brother tickled her hip, making her squirm. “Yes you would, Energizer Bunny.”

“That’s me,” Amy squealed from the tickles.

Luke put his finger over her lips, playfully whispering “Shhh, they are home now. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

His sister kissed his fingertips, mumbling against them, “No, I want to keep our secret.”

“Fuck yes, I do. And, I’m not going to stop until I have to leave. I’m going to use her up,” he said with a devilish smirk, trailing his finger on her lips.

“What about when you go back, are you going to forget all about me?” Amy pouted, looking at him with wide puppy dog eyes.

“Hell no. You’re going to have to come visit one day,” he muttered, tracing her pursed lips.

Amy smiled wide. “I’d love to come visit,” she said and then kissed his lips gently. “Hopefully one day soon.”

They both went quiet as they heard commotion going downstairs, telling them that their parents were going to bed. Amy excitedly wiggled in bed, awaiting the final close of their door. Luke chuckled watching his giddy little sister.

Amy grinned as she slid her panties off underneath the comforter. Luke pulled his boxers off as he watched her wiggling beneath the girly pink and white bedspread. Amy tossed her panties towards the hamper, and pushed Luke’s underwear off of him with her feet, stuffing it under the covers.

“How are you feeling down here?” Amy asked as she slid on top of him. Her womanhood had been soaked all day, and now needed more.

Luke felt his sister’s warm hand return to his erection as she lifted up in his lap. “I’m very happy. But, I need more from you.”

She held his cock to her slit, and gently humped her pussy against it. “I just don’t want you to be sore,” Amy said sweetly.

“If I’m sore, you will have passed your exam.” Luke grinned, reaching up and filling his palms with her breasts.

“Do I get an A+ if you’re sore?” Her juices smeared on his shaft as she teased both of their genitals.

“You get an A++ if I’m sore.”

“Oh, an A++!” Amy lifted her hips and led his tool to the opening of her well used cunt. She gently lowered herself down, popping only his cockhead into her dripping hole. “I hope I get some gold stars too.”

“Your board is full of creamy stars already.” He held her hips with one hand and pulled her body down onto him by his grip and a tug of her nipple.

Amy groaned as she was filled up with her brother’s pole, bottoming out inside of her. He pumped her squishy hole, rocking her pelvis onto his. Amy dropped down, catching herself with her hands on the pillow. She licked his lips, and then kissed his open mouth as their bodies joined together.

She curled her legs underneath his thighs, bringing them even closer. Luke gripped her fleshy bum, holding her tight to him as the breathed air from each other’s lungs.

He dug his organ against her cervix, making her squeal into his mouth from the pressure in her gut.

“I love you being so deep,” Amy moaned softly, clenching her fist in his hair. “It feels like we can’t be any closer.”

Luke withdrew his cock just a little, and then buried himself back in his sister’s body. “We can’t be,” he groaned.

Their bodies grinded together beneath the covers, sharing moans against each other’s mouths. They looked into their sibling’s eyes as he made love to the deepest realms of her inner flesh. Amy rested her forehead against his and her hair fluttered down, making a curtain for their lust.

“I want you to use me however you want,” she whimpered against his flushed cheek.

Her brother pinched hard on her nipple and squeezed her ass. “However I want? Do you want your ass fucked again, Amy?”

“Yes, please,” Amy squeaked. “I want to be your filthiest slut.”

He pushed his sister up on his lap and pulled down on her hips to make her roughly bounce on his pole. She rolled her hips down onto him, smearing his hard flesh against every angle of her canal. Her heat hugged him and her walls sucked his cock. She tightened her cunt as she pulled up. Then, she loosened her grip as she came back down.

Luke held her still, and then picked her up off of him and set her down on the bed. Amy slid her legs off of him so he could get up.

She watched Luke in the blue light of the television picking up the air mattress and pushing it up against the wall. The sheets and blanket fell to the floor as she pushed her glasses back up on her nose.

“What are you doing?” Amy asked curiously.

“You ask too many questions.” Luke grinned. He took the quilted blanket from the pile on the floor and spread it across the carpet. “I’m taking you how I want you.”

Amy smiled brightly and moved off of the bed. “How would that be?”

“Lay down on the floor, I’ll show you,” Luke said, stroking his sticky cock with one hand. He tossed pillows onto the comforter just in case they needed it.

Amy centered herself in the middle of the floor, looking up at her brother with wide, ready eyes. He dropped the lube and cockring down on the blanket, and then kneeled down next to her.

“Pull your legs back as far as you can,” he said gently.

His sister hooked her hands behind her knees, and pulled her legs back into her chest. Luke helped her, nudging her hips higher off the floor, seeing how limber his kid sister was. He stuffed the pillow beneath her lower back. Amy curled her arms around her calves, folding herself into a pretzel.

Luke admired the position she was in. He her body was almost folded in half and the dimples at the back of her thighs smiled to him. Her tits were squeezed together between her calves and arms. Her pussy was spread open, glimmering in the light with her silken fluids.

“Fuck,” Luke groaned.

Amy grinned and wiggled her toes. “Do I look pretty?”

“You look more than pretty.” He squeezed some lube onto his fingertips and smeared it onto her rose bud and his sister squeaked from the chill. “You look divine.”

She gasped as he gently popped two of his fingers into her backdoor. “Do I look slutty?”

“Fuck yes, perfectly slutty.” Her brother probed her hole carefully. The pads of his fingers smeared lube into every corner, slowly pumping in and out.

“I want to be perfect,” Amy whimpered as he steadily fingered her ass.

This story is a bit different for me. There is only a smattering of incest and it’s not mom/son. Also, if you don’t like cheating wives, don’t read further.

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“You’ll love England,” my boss said, sweeping aside my reservations in three simple words. “Besides,” he added, “it will be good for you to get away.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Linda had passed away four years ago and, despite my detached response, my friends hadn’t tired of trying to hook me up. They understood that Linda had been my soul mate but kept trotting out women they thought would be a suitable replacement. Bless their souls, they only wanted to save me from depression but they had no idea what Linda was really like, so the women they served up though attractive, weren’t a match for me.

True, on the outside, they seemed a perfect fit but how could our friends know Linda was more than the quiet, thoughtful woman they thought she was. Her erotic tastes would blown them away. But Linda had been a very private person and I couldn’t betray her true self to anyone, no matter how lonely I was. God, how I missed her.

“And don’t worry about the sales thing. Just let Mike take the lead. When he needs some substance, he’ll let you know. Give them the technical pitch and when their senior people start to glaze over, he’ll take over again. He’s a super salesman.”

I nodded. I didn’t like it but I didn’t have much choice. I could hardly quit after fifteen years with the company, especially in the current job market.

“You’ll love it at Mike’s place. His wife is super, his kids are nice, and the countryside is amazing. Very peaceful. If you can’t relax there, you can’t relax anywhere. So go, don’t work too hard, and enjoy yourself.”

Parker was holding the door open. I was being dismissed. “Molly has your tickets,” he said, slapping me on the back. “Have a good trip, Pete.”

I hated being called Pete. The door closed and Molly picked up the tickets from her desk, holding her hand out for me to take them.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

She smiled sympathetically, having witnessed many apprehensive visitors emerge in the same state as me, having survived the whirlwind and still wondering what the hell had happened.

I tread silently through the thick carpet to the wood paneled elevator. On the way down, I cursed myself for not even mentioning my quartering at the super salesman’s home. I didn’t want to work with a sales rep but couldn’t argue that I was the company’s most experienced person to send for technical support. But to stay in his home? That was too much. I could barely stand being around sales types for ten minutes let alone day and night. And his poor wife. I’m sure she wasn’t happy about having to lodge her husband’s co-worker for an extended period. She might have to tolerate accommodating his boss, but some jerk techie?

This was going to be a disaster. Hopefully this super salesman, Mike Entwhistle, would be happy to see me stay at a local hotel and keep quiet about it. I’d take it up with him as soon as he met me at the airport.

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I picked up my bags and cleared customs, irked that the Eurozone types were processed quickly by half a dozen agents while the rest of us suffered through just two. Eventually, I emerged from the secure area and was immediately greeted by Mike. Effusive would be too muted a description for his welcome. I tried to raise the issue of a hotel but Mike would have none of it.

“Oh no, Paula’s quite keen to meet you. Not our usual kind of guest, you know, and all that.”

“But it’s such an imposition. I know what Parker’s like,” I began, but Mike cut me off.

“Nonsense, it was my idea. We need to get to know one another if we’re to be a team for the next few months. Go, go go.”

God, it’s going to be worse than I thought.

As if to make his point, Mike drove even faster, zipping the BMW past cottages on the narrow rural road and careening recklessly through blind corners. Somehow, despite cars zooming the other way at similar speeds and meeting us at the apex of the corners, we managed to avoid a collision. How Mike spared any attention for driving was a mystery because he talked the whole time and spent most of it emphasizing points or noting historical landmarks rather than watching where he was going.

It was relief when we finally pulled through a stone gateway and drove up a winding lane through a thick set of trees before emerging onto a set of rolling hills surrounding a very large, white-with-brown-strappings, round-roofed, tudor manor house with matching stables and garage. White fences divided pastures occupied with sheep and horses but it was the workmen wearing ties and the late model Jag and Land Rover parked in front of the three-car garage that completed the picture of the gentleman’s pastoral residence.

Wow. I knew Mike was the company’s premier international salesman but I was surprised that he could afford a place like this so near London. The company must pay its international sales people well and I wondered if Parker would divert some of this largesse to me. Probably not, given the way he painted my trip as a perk for me.

Mike’s wife exited the stables just as we pulled into the empty third spot in front of the garage. I was stunned by how similar she was in appearance and manner to Linda. Paula quietly allowed her husband to finish his effusive introductions, then offered her hand accompanied by a smile that, while reserved, wasn’t aloof. If anything, her demeanor was similar to Molly’s around Parker and I felt a sense of kinship, as if we were victims suffering through the presence of an over-the-top personality. I liked her immediately.

Paula had dark hair in contrast to Linda’s blonde but it was worn in the same cute, short style popularized by Meg Ryan. Her body was slender, like Linda’s, with small but pert breasts suited to her frame and longish legs despite being as much shorter than me as I was compared to her husband.

Mike called for a stable hand to get my bags from the ‘boot’ but I insisted on carrying them myself which seemed to please the man and, I was happy to note, Mrs. Entwhistle. I surmised that Mike treatment the employees as servants wasn’t popular. He took a call on his cell and walked briskly ahead of us to the house, through the entranceway and into the large living room, which was enclosed by dark beams, a stone fireplace, and many cross-hatched windows.

“I apologize for the intrusion, Mrs. Entwhistle,” I said as we followed Mike into the house. She turned and was about to speak but I rushed on to make my point. “I would really be quite happy at a local hotel but your husband whisked by them and wouldn’t stop.”

“Oh no, Mr. Briggs, you’re most welcome here. I’ve been looking forward to your stay. It will be nice to have something new to talk about at dinner.”

Her smile convinced me that perhaps I wouldn’t be a burden after all.

“Please, call me Peter.”

She offered her hand to me and I took it in mine, noting how warm and soft it was as she spoke.

“And I’m Paula, not Mrs. Entwhistle.”

“Pleased to meet you,” I said, in as genteel a manner as I could muster. I hoped the smile that ensued wasn’t mocking me.

“Let me show you to your room.”

Paula led the way to a wide stairway with dark, glossy banisters leading to a landing and then turned at a right angle to rise to the second floor, at least twelve feet above the first. A narrower set of stairs led to another floor but we walked down a hallway to the third door on the left, which was the only one that was open.

“This is your room. Please let me know if you would prefer another. The facilities are across the hall.”

The room was large and ornate, antique furniture filling the space beneath the ten foot ceiling. There was a large, almost floor-to-ceiling window opening onto the fields beyond. Sun spilled through it and glowed around Paula.

“This will be splendid,” I said, for some reason trying to speak ‘English’ but thankfully not attempting to replicate the accent.

I was treated to the muted smile and again worried that she was mocking me.

“Well then. I’ll leave you to get unpacked. Please come down whenever you’re ready, but don’t feel obliged. I’m sure you must be tired.”

Paula left, pulling the door closed behind her almost all the way. I shifted my laptop bag off my shoulder and lowered it onto the chair sitting in front of the antique desk and then lifted my suitcase onto the bed. As I unpacked, placing my socks and underwear on the shelves of the ornately decorated wardrobe and hanging the rest, I replayed the whole arrival in my head.

I lingered on the first sight of Paula and realized only then that I’d been captivated from the moment she appeared. Details of the yard, house, and all else except for the stables immediately behind her, were lost. But I could visualize the brown riding jacket and the design on the white blouse showing between its open lapels in great detail, including the swollen rise of her low-slung breasts. I hoped I hadn’t been caught allowing my gaze to wander down her front but knew, after the fact, that I had lingered there too long. How gracious of her not to note any displeasure.

The rest of the trip to the house was vague except for a few images of her smiling face highlighted against the backdrop of the entrance hallway. Then we were climbing the stairs with her husband’s voice banging away despite originating at the far end of the living room. I hadn’t noticed how loudly he had been speaking but the din faded into the background as my gaze latched onto the fancy riding breeches in front of me stretched over a simply delectable posterior. The tight breeches left little to the imagination. Mrs. Entwhistle—referring to her more formally somehow made me feel that gawking at her bottom was less rude—had an ass worthy of Hollywood.

I hadn’t had the opportunity to scrutinize such a fine ass since Linda passed away and, even upon close examination, was unable to detect any marked dissimilarities from my wife’s most appreciated asset. The stairs took a long time to ascend and I realized, somewhat embarrassingly, that Paula hadn’t once looked back. I wondered if she knew I was inappropriately assessing her delicious bottom and thought the best way to handle was to pretend it wasn’t happening.

But then, why wouldn’t she have quickened her pace? She had climbed the stairs so slowly, talking casually about the things she hoped I would have the time to see on the estate during my stay, but never posed a question or framed a sentence in a way that would require a response from me. Could it be she enjoyed the attention? God only knows, her husband wasn’t one to pay attention to much other than himself.

I re-focused my own attention and replayed the trip up the stairs again. The tan-colored riding breeches perfectly outlined Paula’s lovely bottom, emphasizing first one and then the other buttock while never fully relieving either of its intriguing form. And, though each cheek was thoroughly outlined with each step, neither was so lewdly displayed as to reveal a vulgar crease dividing the two. Instead, one side of her pants bulged and then sagged as the swelling was transferred to the other.

As each buttock blossomed, the leg below tensed into its own muscular definition, at least down to the knee where the riding boot hid the rest. At the landing, Paula quickly crossed to the next flight of stairs, then slowed for the rise to the second floor. I sensed my disappointment, not originally noted, when the stairs had been fully traversed but knew that it was a feeling I had actually experienced.

I sighed, and sat down on the Edwardian chair next to the bed. My god, Linda. I miss you so much. Could He be so cruel as to introduce someone who could, while not replacing you, be capable of making me happy, except she was already committed to someone else?

I sat for some time, feeling more depressed than I did at home, until the beep of my watch signaled the top of the hour and galvanized me into visiting the bathroom. It was large but thoroughly modern, having been upgraded with the latest in fine European fixtures and conveniences. I freshened myself and headed downstairs, hoping my delay wasn’t rude.

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The kitchen was even more modern than the bathroom. It was large, with the latest in sleek cupboard and counter designs, outfitted with a large central island and appliances that blended into the walls. Neither Mike nor Paula were there. The room was staffed with two cooks, both busy preparing a meal.

“Your presence is requested on the patio,” I was told, with an arm directing me through the dining room.

I walked past the long table and a dozen chairs to the open French glass doors. Paula was sitting one of two lounges, gazing at the serene countryside. The other was empty. She turned and smiled at me.

“Thank you for joining me,” she said, indicating the empty lounge. “Michael had to go into the office,” she explained her husband’s absence, “and probably won’t make it back for dinner.”

“Oh. He should have called me.”

“Michael loves to work but you should relax and get some rest after traveling all day.”

“Well, I confess, it would be hard to tear myself away from all this.”

“It is lovely, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is. You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Ent…Paula.”

She seemed pleased that I had caught myself and used her Christian name.

“Please, help yourself to the wine.”

I poured myself a glass and topped up Paula’s when she extended it toward me. Only then did I notice that the riding jacket had been removed. She shielded her eyes from the sun which allowed me to examine the silky white blouse closely. As I remembered, her breasts—now looking larger than they had first appeared—were slung low on her chest and had a tendency to bulge sideways. The silky white material settled pleasingly over that bulk. I detected the presence of an underlying bra but one made of equally delicate material incapable of real imprisonment.

“Do you like gently rolling hills, Peter?”

For a moment, I thought she was making a sly remark about my attention to her chest until I realized she was far too classy for that.

“Yes, I believe I do,” I answered, settling into the empty lounge beside her.

The feet of the lounges were angled toward each other and each had its own table beside it. The orientation allowed people to converse if they pleased but didn’t force it upon them. Paula surveyed her estate, a view she must be thoroughly familiar with, and I did too, but soon found my attention settling on an equally pleasing vista nearer to me.

We spoke occasionally, about the estate and its animals; mostly about the horses which were clearly a favorite of my host’s. She told me how pleasant and satisfying it was to ride through the countryside, communing with nature. As with the ascension of the stairs, Paula never looked toward me, as if she didn’t want to interrupt my appreciation of the property. Or did she know I was enjoying something else? Was I that obvious?

We weren’t disturbed until the children arrived home from school. Paula hadn’t looked my way until they burst through the glass doors to greet their mother. They were wonderful kids, polite and well-groomed, and both bore a strong resemblance to Paula. In fact, there wasn’t a recognizable linkage to Mike at all. After they left, Paula commented on my obvious confusion.

“They’re from my first marriage.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I mean, I didn’t mean to pry…”

“It’s alright,” Paula said.

I loved the tinkle of true mirth and felt pleased that, through my awkwardness, I had made her laugh. Bringing pleasure, however minor, to this intriguing woman felt very good and for the first time I thanked Parker for sending me here.

We talked while we finished our wine and, this time, Paula gave me her full attention. We sat for a while after that in silence, each surveying the beauty before us, and listened to the sounds of the birds and the odd bleat of a sheep or snort of a horse. I actually did look at the countryside to belatedly grant this lovely woman her privacy. Eventually Paula reluctantly got up, sighed, and announced that it was time for her to change for dinner. I started to get up but she motioned for me to stay put.

“Should I get changed?”

“No, you’re fine just the way your are. Enjoy the scenery. I’ll call when dinner is served.”

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Paula’s daughter Christina woke me with a touch on the shoulder. I guess the long flight had taken its toll and I had fallen asleep on the lounge. When I joined the others in the dining room I saw that Paula had put on a nice dress that fit her body well without being too snug. Though not a fancy affair, it seemed elegant nonetheless.

Dinner conversation with Paula, Mark and Christina was lively. They had obviously been well-educated in fine schools and I was surprised how varied their interests were and the extent of their knowledge. Their mother was quietly proud, as she should have been. Linda and I hadn’t had children, a decision I now regretted.

During dinner, Mark discovered that I was a chemical engineer and not a salesman. I had the sense that Paula already knew this but she pursued it as if she hadn’t known and got me to agree that being a chemical engineer was a vocation but not my true calling. A career in classical music had been my dream but I succumbed to my father’s pressure and completed two degrees in engineering so I could earn a living. It wasn’t until I met Linda that I returned to music, playing in the symphony part-time and even taking bit roles in plays at the local theatre. Linda had made me come alive.

Twice during dinner, I mentioned Mike, and both children stiffened and lapsed into silence. Paula smoothed over the awkward moments but it was clear to me that the children did not have a warm relationship with their step-father. The children stayed for dessert and didn’t leave until their mother bade them do their homework. By then, we were sitting in the living room in front of a small but nice fire burning in the stone fireplace. When they were gone, Paula asked me if I’d like to join her on the patio for a port. I gladly accepted.

Blankets had been set out on the lounges. We settled upon them and Paula had just covered her feet with a partially folded blanket to ward off the chill when the port arrived. As in the afternoon, Paula sipped her drink and stared off into the night. Although there was no birdsong, the occasional sound from a farm animal could still be heard. In the light from the living room, I could see the outline of Paula’s body and, though her legs were covered, the gentle slope of her breasts was discernible.

“They like you,” Paula said.

“Excuse me?”

“The kids. They haven’t engaged with a guest like that since…I don’t know when.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t think I ever had to force them to leave the table when one of Michael’s colleagues was here.”

“They didn’t seem to be forced.”

Paula laughed but didn’t look at me.

“They have good instincts.”

I didn’t know what to say. It was an enormous compliment and I took it that way, but it left me speechless. I wanted to respond but couldn’t think of anything worthy to say. So I stayed silent, and looked into the night.

I was uncomfortable being labeled as Mike’s colleague and was about clarify our relationship when Paula drew her knees up, causing the blanket to cascade down her legs. I held my tongue and admired the curve of her slender calves instead. I was so engrossed that I was caught off guard when she spoke.

“Were you close to your wife?”

I was surprised by the question from a near stranger but, in this case, wasn’t offended. I felt Paula knew the answer already and was simply seeking confirmation.

“Yes, I was.”

I shifted my gaze away from Paula’s legs, expecting her to turn around to face me, but she didn’t. Instead, she continued her odd habit of looking away.

“It’s nice being so close to someone. I miss it.”

I didn’t respond because I thought it would be prying into her and Mike’s relationship but Paula continued anyway.

“I was very close to my husband.”

I presumed she was talking about her first husband, the father of her childred, and not Mike, but I didn’t reply.

“It’s rare for two people to truly know each other well.”

It was a statement rather than a question but I nodded anyway, which was silly, given she was looking into the darkness, but it didn’t seem to matter.

“Were you and your wife close like that? I mean, truly intimate?”

“Um, yes. I guess we were.”

“Michael isn’t close to anyone. Oh, I know he loves me, but it isn’t in him to be truly close to anyone.”

I held my tongue. I didn’t want to get involved in marital discord no matter how kind and intriguing my hostess. Paula used her right foot to scratch an apparent itch on the back of her left calf. Knocking the shoe off her right foot, she brought it behind the left and used the top of her toes to scratch her leg. Much too soon for me, she bumped the sandal off her left foot and used it to scratch the back of the right leg.

Paula put her glass down and leaned forward, pressed her breasts against her raised thighs, and ran her hands down the top of her lower legs to her now bare feet. I enjoyed watching her hands slide down her legs and her toes curl upon their approach. She turned her head to rest it on her knees, and looked at me, catching me in the act. She smiled, a pleasant, inviting smile.

“Did you do special things for her, Peter?” Her voice was husky and warm.

“I supported her causes, went to the opera, remembered all our anniversaries, that sort of thing.”

Paula smiled and her eyes twinkled. I knew that wasn’t what she was talking about but she let it go.

“You seem to be a very nice man. I’m sure you did all that and more.”

“I did my best to please her.”

Paula rubbed her hands along the length of her calves. “And, I imagine, she for you.”

I was glad that she turned her head away so I could digest her words without scrutiny. They could be interpreted on a superficial level but the forward flex of Paula’s body, the hands running down her legs, the press of her head upon her thighs, and the depth of her eyes when she finally turned to look at me, placed the conversation on a level of intimacy that I hadn’t experienced with a woman since Linda had passed. Startled, I realized I was aroused and instinctively brought my hands together over my lap. Paula leaned back, picked up her port, and stood up. I heard someone greet Mike inside the house.

“It’s late,” she said. Most of her weight was placed on her right foot which pushed her hip to the side. “I hope you didn’t mind me prying, Peter, but I get a little melancholy when Michael works late, which is a sometimes too often and others not enough,” she said with a wistful smile.

I stood up myself, to be polite, and instantly regretted it when my condition became evident. However, Paula didn’t seem to notice. She bid me goodnight and surprised me as she passed by, pausing to briefly brush her lips on my cheek. I watched her go, marveling at the flexibility of her legs and the way her buttocks kicked the dress to the side as she walked away in bare feet. From the back, she looked so much like Linda.

I sat down and finished my port. Mike didn’t come out to the patio and I was thankfully left alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t match this woman, so frankly intimate, with the reserved lady I had met in the afternoon, or either one with Mike. As the day had progressed, she had become steadily warmer and more personable. At least, she had after I met the children.

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For the rest of the week, I went to the office with Mike. I met the sales staff but except for a few brief sessions, I was left pretty much alone. The salesmen didn’t hang out together much and only met to trade stories if they encountered someone while getting coffee. They were like sharks circling one other and all of them, Mike included, were threatened by technical people while simultaneously, and paradoxically, feeling superior to them. I was tolerated only because Parker had sent me.

I saw Paula and the kids at dinner but, in Mike’s presence, the lively dinner discussion wasn’t repeated and neither was the frank conversation with Paula later in the evening. However, a more intriguing set of events did occur later in the evening after everyone had gone to bed.

On Tuesday, I awoke in the middle of the night, which wasn’t surprising since I was never comfortable sleeping in a strange bed. I sat up and turned to put my feet on the floor. It was then that I noticed a light under the door. Thinking someone else was up, I waited. I didn’t want to encounter anyone in the night while using the bathroom.

I listened but couldn’t hear anything that would indicate that anybody was up so I went to the door, paused to listen again, and then opened it a crack. I still couldn’t hear anything so I pulled the door open and stuck my head into the hallway.

The bathroom light was on and the doorway was open. Someone must have forgotten to turn off the light. Probably one of the kids since Mike and Paula probably had a private bathroom connected to their bedroom.

I slipped into the dark hallway and quietly crossed the six or seven steps to the open doorway. I looked into the bathroom and was surprised to find it occupied.

Paula’s back was to me. She was simply standing, looking out the bathroom window, with all the patience in the world. The light, above and on the far side of her, lit up her body so its silhouette shone through her nightgown. I knew she had a good figure but to see it this way made that assumption seem uninspired.

Her body was truly remarkable. A perfect, elongated hourglass with a beautifully slender neck protruding from the top, slightly muscled arms hanging listlessly from the sides, and a fine set of legs extending to the floor. I cleared my throat, but Paula didn’t turn around, or even turn her head slightly. She didn’t respond at all.

“Paula?” I whispered.

Nothing.

“Mrs. Entwhistle?”

Nothing.

I started to turn away, then changed my mind. I stepped into the bathroom and brought myself close to her, worried that she was having some kind of strange attack.

“Paula?”

I looked into the mirror to her left at the profile of her face. She seemed far away. Except for the fact that her eyes were open I would have said she was asleep. My gaze dropped lower in the mirror, along the outline of the front of her body. Paula’s breasts were easily discernible under the nightgown, sloping down and swooping out, her nipples seeming to hold the nightgown up on their own. An electric bolt shot through my penis, which had been dormant since our intimate discussion the night I first arrived.

“Paula?” I whispered.

I put my hand tentatively on the outside of her upper right arm and she turned to face me. She wasn’t awake. Paula was sleep-walking!

I stepped back and to the side, surprised, and Paula started walking. She went right out the door and into the hallway, then stopped. I followed her and whispered her name again. When nothing happened, I turned her toward her room. Paula walked calmly to her door and stopped. I followed and stood behind her.

The door to her room was open about halfway. It crossed my mind how awkward this would be if Mike suddenly got up and found me standing so close behind his attractive wife who was clearly naked under the semi-transparent nightgown. Nervously, I looked into their room but couldn’t see anything. It was dark.

“Paula?” I whispered, very quietly.

There was no response. I glanced into her room again, then touched her shoulders and urged her toward the right to face the bedroom doorway. She complied but didn’t move forward. I sighed, and swore under my breath, “Shit.”

I got behind Paula and gently prodded her back but she still didn’t move. I nudged her again but, upon continued resistance, pushed harder. The added pressure forced my hands past Paula’s shoulder blades and under her arms. Suddenly, my fingers were scraping beside the fullness of Paula’s breasts. Oh, God.

I wanted to grasp them fully, to pull her firmly back until her ass nestled against my bulging cock. I was suddenly acutely aware that I was standing in the hallway, behind my hostess, dressed only in my underwear, with my hands cupping the sides of her breasts. This was insane!

Paula took a step forward, then another, and another. She slipped into the darkness and out of sight. I stood there for a minute, breathing hard, looked down at the hardness poking through my shorts, and then up into the impenetrable gloom. I turned away and started back to my room.

“Are you okay, Darling?”

I quickened my pace and beetled into my room, not stopping to use the bathroom or to turn off the light, and clicked the door closed behind me.

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I stayed up the next night, listening for signs that Paula might walk in her sleep again. I finally fell asleep but woke up twice. Both times, I checked to see if the bathroom light was on and got up to listen at my door. Nothing.

The following night, however, I was in luck. Paula was in the hallway, at the end, near the closed doors of the children’s’ rooms. I walked quietly down the hall and, without speaking, for fear of awakening the children, turned her around. After a brief pause, Paula starting walking toward her room. As I followed her, I remembered the children boarded at their school during the week. When Paula drew abreast of the bathroom, she stopped.

I prodded Paula’s back but she didn’t move. About to push her harder, I changed my mind and turned her into the bathroom rather than past it. She walked ahead and stopped beside the sink. I brought myself close, as I had two nights earlier, and looked into the mirror.

Her slumping breasts sagged against the nightgown and, like before, the nipples pushed up as if tasked to prevent the flimsy material from cascading off her shoulders. She had a fine set of mature tits, so much like Linda’s. I yearned to hold them but fortunately restrained myself. I turned Paula to face the mirror and stepped behind her. I wanted to look over her shoulder at her tits but realized my error as soon as I looked into the mirror.

Paula was looking back at me, unseeing to be sure, but it was unnerving to see her gaze directed right at me. I looked back, too startled to do anything else, but when I realized she wasn’t really looking at me, that she was indeed asleep, I let my gaze travel down her front.

The nightgown dipped down in a deep V and I could plainly see the divide between Paula’s breasts. My breath caught when I saw the inner swells and my attention fixed upon the dark nipples under the nightgown. I started to reach around to take hold of her wondrous globes but caught myself in time. Retracting my arms, I pushed them between her arms and her body, as I had done before, and satisfied myself with the feel of the outer swells against the underside of my fingers.

Madness!

If she woke up, how could I explain myself?

I let my hands drop and they slid down her waist until they hit her hips. I didn’t pull them away but instead closed my fingers around her waist. Stifling a groan, I urged Paula toward me. Her bottom settled against my front and my cock swelled to meet her, growing and pushing against my shorts to nestle into the groove of her behind as if it was made to be there. My hands slid up, recovered the sides of her breasts, and then curled around to take their full measure.

Holding Paula’s tits, I pressed into her ass, thrilled by the acceptance of her rear cushions which were firmer and more prominent than I expected. Looking down, I confirmed that her buns actually did stick out. I had noticed this before but thought it was due to the constraining pressures of the riding breaches rather than a natural expression. Now I could see I had been wrong. Paula’s ass was supple, firm, different, and very arousing. I pressed my hardened cock, which was straining against my shorts, into the crevice until I felt her cheeks fold around it.

Madness!

Abruptly, I released Paula and stepped back. I scrutinized her face in the mirror to make sure she was still unconscious of my presence. Gently, I urged her toward the bathroom and into the hallway, then down the hall toward her room. I turned Paula toward her doorway and she started to walk through it but I grabbed a handful of her nightgown and stopped her, then slipped my hands through her arms and took hold of her breasts for a final feel. I hugged her back and hunched myself against her bottom, then lowered my head until my lips caressed her bare shoulder. I kissed it, then reluctantly let her go.

Paula stepped forward and disappeared into the darkness of the bedroom. I waited for the sound of Mike’s voice, knowing I shouldn’t, but feeling unable to leave. There was no greeting, just the rustle of bed covers as Paula got back into bed and then a muffled groan.

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On Friday, Mike said he had to work late and arranged for a car to take me home. As we were driving away, I spotted him leaving the front of the building with one of the female staff, a young woman in her mid-twenties. He looked as foolish with her as would any man my age. What a fool.

There was a strange car in the driveway when I arrived home. Upon entering the house, Paula introduced me to a suave looking man about eight years her junior. He bore a remarkable resemblance to her so it wasn’t much of a surprise when she introduced Robert as her brother.

“Her twin brother, of course,” Robert smiled as he extended his hand.

“I wish,” Paula laughed.

Dinner was ready to be served. Mike hadn’t thought to call ahead to let anyone know I would be late but they had waited anyway. Paula didn’t seem surprised that I was alone.

The conversation at dinner was lively and enjoyable. The kids were unrepressed in Mike’s absence and buoyed by Robert’s presence, who was clearly a favorite uncle. Apparently, Robert was married and lived nearby. He had children of his own, twin girls, but they weren’t yet in school.

By the time dessert was done, Robert had cajoled me into exploring the estate on horseback the next morning. Linda and I had once holidayed at a dude ranch and had been surprised by how much we enjoyed it. Those horses were plugs so I was apprehensive about testing my equestrian skills on the sleek, spirited animals in the Entwhistle’s stable. I thought I had hidden my nervousness rather well until, on the way from the dining table to the living room, Paula hung back behind the others and pressed close to me.

“You’ll be fine,” she whispered and squeezed my hand.

We talked for a couple of hours without a lull in the conversation but the kids disappeared when Paula turned on some classical music. It was only then I realized that there hadn’t been any external distractions, no music or television. The music was welcome, however, because, together with the port and lively discussion, I was felling a little drained. For the past three years, I had been used to going home and watching the idiot box, as my father used to call it, without really paying attention to what was on.

Forgetting about Robert, I followed Paula with admiration as she moved. Watching her lovely figure, so similar to Linda’s, I felt suddenly guilty for my inappropriate exploration of her charms. It was during this honest condemnation of my behavior that I felt Robert’s eyes upon me and guilt sent blood rushing to my face. I didn’t turn to meet his gaze.

Paula didn’t return to sit on the chesterfield between Robert and me. Instead, she walked around the couch and stood behind us while we listened to the music. Paula struck up a conversation with Robert which lasted a minute or two before she pulled me into it. As we talked, Robert and I turned sideways to face each other, extending our arms along the back of the couch, so we didn’t have to twist around to look at Paula. Robert seemed friendlier than ever and I wrote off my earlier fear of his scrutiny to my own paranoia.

I felt very relaxed, occasionally sipping from the glass of port in my right hand and contributing to the casual discussion, without feeling any pressure to do so. Paula and I became immersed in an exchange and she turned toward me, leaning her hip against the couch. While she was making an important point, I looked away from her face to think about what she was saying.

Gradually, I lost track of Paula’s argument and became more aware of what was happening right in front of me. Paula had leaned more heavily against the couch as she talked and Robert’s arm had slipped partially off its edge. The full length of my arm was still aligned along the couch with my hand reaching almost to the front of Paula’s hip, but Robert’s arm departed at the elbow and his hand was hidden from my sight.

Suddenly, I forced my eyes to look rigidly ahead, past Paula’s waist, but not low enough to seek Robert’s hand. I think Robert was touching his sister’s ass! In fact, I was sure of it. I tried not to look at him and compelled myself to stare straight ahead, although I knew it must look unnatural. There didn’t seem to be movement or any other sign but I just knew I was right. Unable to control myself, I glanced at Robert, but wasn’t prepared for the knowing, mischievous smile. I was stunned.

Paula suddenly twisted away from her brother. “Stop being a brat, Robert.”

She had spun right around and was now facing him more than me.

“He always makes fun of me when I get serious about anything. Brat.”

After this mild admonishment, Paula repeated her argument to her brother. She queried him at several points, daring him to take issue with what she was saying, but he wisely refrained from doing so. With my host thus engaged, I let my gaze slide away from the side of her face and down her back. Paula’s knit dress had become caught up on the far buttock, the one that I thought had been the target of Robert’s affection. The hem was only an inch or so higher on that side but it begged the question: Why? To me, it confirmed my suspicion. Robert had been fondling his sister’s ass.

I looked at Robert and immediately knew he was aware of my gaze, where I had been looking, and why I was now looking at him. The knowing smile returned and, when Paula paused to look away to think about what she was going to say next, he smiled directly at me and flicked his eyes toward her backside as if to say, Go ahead.

I was doubly shocked. Robert seemed to be inviting me, no, encouraging me to touch his sister’s ass, to let my fingers play over the swollen fullness of her dress and maybe even press into the flesh underneath, as I imagined he had done.

Robert looked away. Paula was still staring out the window. It was as if we were all waiting for something to happen. I, too, looked away and the moment passed. I experienced the pang of loss when Paula didn’t renew the conversation and instead turned away from Robert to look straight out the window into the night.

“Look at the moon!” she exclaimed.

Robert and I both turned to look. I had to lean back a little because when Paula had turned away from her brother, she had moved closer to me. It was a full moon. That thought had just passed through my mind when Paula leaned back, hands reaching back to brace herself. Her right hand landed on the couch near Robert but her left landed on my upper arm. She pressed down to take some of her weight as she shifted her bottom onto the rear edge of the couch, and the top of my hand.

I was speechless. This beautiful woman had parked her slightly prominent behind directly on my hand. The hell with the moon. I looked at my hand, or rather, where it should be, and the wonderful, soft-yet-firm and warm behind settled upon it. I looked at the owner’s brother and was treated to an impish grin.

Robert struck up a new conversation with his sister about the merits of this moon as opposed to others they had enjoyed over the years. The discussion lasted for some time, long enough for my hand to start falling asleep. After trying to keep it still for so long, I couldn’t stop it from twitching. Paula lifted some of her weight and looked down at the edge of the couch but didn’t disengage herself.

She knew! She knew she was sitting on my hand, and she didn’t mind. Paula squirmed, trying to get comfortable and then settled in to watch the moon for a while longer. I held my hand still despite the urging of my darker side to wiggle it. You’ve been invited, my subconscious screamed but my cowardly moral consciousness declined to act, for all the obvious reasons: the presence of her brother, the fact that I was a guest in her home, and that she was married.

Robert eventually said he had to get going and we all rose to walk him to the door. I didn’t know what would have happened after he left—probably an awkward scene in which I fumbled the opportunity to be with a wonderful woman—because as soon as Robert opened the door to go, Mike drove up.

Paula turned away.

“I’m not up to dealing with him tonight,” she said. “Can you tell him I went to bed an hour ago?”

“Uh, sure. No problem.”

“Thank you. You’re such a gentleman.”

She leaned close and stretched up to kiss me on the cheek, the way she had done that first night. The brush of her lips was electric.

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Robert woke me the next morning.

“The horses are waiting,” he said, all bright and cheery.

There was a riding outfit, including boots, laid out on the chair beside my bed. I had stayed up so late, listening for signs that Paula was sleep-walking, that I didn’t even hear whoever had brought the clothes into my room. Such a gracious host. Everything fit perfectly but I was self-conscious when I joined Robert and his sister for breakfast on the patio, feeling that my poor, night-time behavior was evident for all to see.

“You look marvelous, like an old pro,” Robert exclaimed.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” I said.

“You look very handsome, Peter,” Paula said.

I had fallen asleep thinking about her, struggling to come to terms with my taking advantage of her sleep-walking. How could I let myself down so badly? Such a loss of integrity. Did I really want her that badly? Was she really so much like Linda?

The answer to both questions was—yes. Her body and mannerisms were so similar to Linda’s that I felt justified in my desire and pursuit.

Last night I had thought about making love to her but I knew it was Linda I was really yearning for. I had started with Paula but then pictured Linda stretched languidly across the bed as I teased her with my lips and tongue and plied her with my fingers the way she loved so much. Our love-making lasted for a long time because we weten’t in a hurry. I was almost asleep, lost in my dreams and about to come inside my wife, when her hair turned dark and she whispered, Fuck me, Peter. I had jerked awake just as I slipped my cock inside her.

“Thank you. You look…beautiful,” I replied, trying unsuccessfully to stop that word from coming out.

“Why, thank you, Mr. Briggs.”

We finished breakfast and went to the stables. I managed to get on a horse without embarrassing myself and we were off, Robert in the lead, then me, with Paula bringing up the rear. She had been right. I was fine, but it was due to the horse’s skill and not mine. She was a beautiful animal that quickly adapted to my ineptitude which allowed me to become sufficiently confident to enjoy myself.

Paula rode up beside me and then past, standing up in her stirrups and presenting me with a gorgeous view of her lovely bottom, the riding breeches stretching tightly over its constituent buns. And to think that had been pressing onto my hand the night before.

The estate was a stunning piece of property. Lush green fields were sparsely populated by small groups of cows, horses, or goats. Some fields were empty and separated by forested trails between. We sauntered through this wonderland until we topped a rise and looked down upon a staggering blight to the environment.

An industrial pipeline ran below us from as far as we could see to the left until it disappeared around a cornerl to the right. The pipe was old and rust showed that it was poorly maintained and in an appalling state of decay. It was a devastating sight after the previous enchanting hour.

“What the hell,” I blurted out.

“Exactly!” Robert said. He and Paula had waited atop the rise until I pulled my horse between them.

“Isn’t it just horrible?” Paula said, disgusted.

“Absolutely,” I concurred with a venom that would be surprising to my fellow chemical engineers.

“It is obscene,” Robert said. “A pity there’s little we can do about it.”

“Unless we can prove it’s a danger to the public,” Paula added.

“We’ve been down that road,” Robert said.

“Has it been inspected?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Evidently, it isn’t harmful. It’s just an eyesore.”

“A remnant of Britain’s industrial heyday,” Robert said.

“That’s a chemical line,” I said.

“Is it dangerous?”

“Depends on what’s being transported, but the risk is low if the pipes are maintained properly.”

Paula turned her horse and I moved aside to let her pass. She descended the rise and went back the way we had come.

“Shall we take a closer look?” Robert asked. He urged his horse ahead and I reluctantly followed, looking back at Paula’s disappearing retreating back.

Robert and I picked our way through a broken section of the chain link fence and I gave the pipes a cursory inspection as we rode alongside the pipeline. The pipes were in even poorer condition than they appeared at a distance. Obviously, in these times, nobody was spending the money required to maintain them properly, which was understandable, but to let them deteriorate so badly was potentially dangerous.

As we rode away, the thought occurred to me that the friendliness I had experienced in the evenings might be related to the pipeline. Were Robert and Paula searching for an expert to help make their case against the owners of the pipeline?

Immediately, I was disgusted with my distrustful nature. Linda had always said I thought the worst of people. Sure, Robert had invited me to take a closer look but he hadn’t pushed me to get involved in a protest. It would be futile anyway. That pipeline had been there for a long time and it would cost a fortune to dismantle it. Any company faced with an attempt to make them do so could tie it up in the courts for years, maybe even decades.

Paula was waiting at the bottom of the hill when we returned. She refreshed our moods by initiating a race back to the stables. Once my horse took off after them, I hung on for dear life. There wasn’t anything else I could do.

We had lunch and then spent a very pleasant afternoon at the local village. There was a weekly gathering with local produce and crafts offered for sale in addition to many interesting shops, a couple of nice cafes and a fantastic little pub. We walked back to the estate—it was only a mile—and spent the rest of the afternoon lolling around on the patio, listening to a mixture of early Beatles and Mozart. When Paula left to get changed for dinner, I stayed behnd with her brother.

“Robert, are Mike and Paula involved in legal action to have the pipeline removed?”

Robert looked surprised, and I rushed on.

“Because if they’re contemplating that, it will be a very expensive and arduous task to undertake.”

Robert placated me with outspread hands, pushing his palms forward as if to say Whoa.

“Peter, first of all, Mike would never be part of that. The pipeline was built by the company both you and he work for.”

That was a shock. I could hardly believe my employer would allow one of its facilities to deteriorate to the point it would be a danger to the public.

“Furthermore,” Robert continued, “our grandfather was once a major shareholder of the firm but he was ousted from the board when he tried to block the construction of the pipeline so near his home.”

“So, Mike bought this property for Paula?”

Robert looked truly amused.

“Good God no. Paula and I grew up here.”

That was another shock. I had assumed this beautiful property had been purchased from Mike’s success as the best salesman the company had in Europe.

“Do you still own…”

“We inherited the estate, and Paula lives here. Mike suggested selling it but Paula would never do that. She’d spend her entire fortune tearing up that pipeline on her own if she could.”

“Oh, I see.”

So maybe my conspiracy theory was right. Perhaps Paula was trying to seduce me, with her brother’s suggestive participation, in order to get me to provide them with the information necessary to condemn the pipeline. But why suffer such a personal sacrifice. Any competent engineer could write the epitaph for that pipeline. Ahhh, but the condemnation of the company’s best engineer, now that might shorten the legal battle by years and may even convince the company that it wasn’t worth the fight. But, it would be the end of my job.

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On Monday, I brought home some testing equipment hidden in a large field pack embossed with the company’s logo. Mike didn’t seem suspicious but Paula saw me carrying the pack in and looked pleased.

I’ll just take a closer look, I thought. That’s all.

The next day, I pretended to feel under the weather. Paula left not long after Mike and I set out on foot to the pipeline. I spent several hours walking the line and climbing up to make close inspections at several points. I took measurements and took careful notes, backed up by photographs, and took samples at several sites where there was notable evidence of leakage.

I returned in the early afternoon. I wasn’t finished by any means but I was hungry. I tried to be circumspect in my return but Paula drove up the driveway just as I was entering the house and must have seen me go in, pack and all. I went directly to my room and showered and changed before coming down to see if I could get something to eat. Paula was in the kitchen, making a sandwich.

“Hungry?” she asked.

“Starving,” I replied.

“I see you’re feeling better.”

“Uh, yeah. I thought I’d get some fresh air.”

Paula nodded and continued making the sandwiches. She was wearing a jumpsuit that emphasized her slender figure but provided only a hint of the slow slung breasts I had sampled several nights earlier. I checked out her behind which was harder to camouflage with it’s characteristic projection, a rare feature on a woman with such a slight build. I hadn’t thought about it before, but I hadn’t expected to ever find a woman with a figure so similar to Linda’s, especially one with a near identical butt.

Paula was quiet and I didn’t offer further conversation, content to simply watch her. As before, she didn’t look my way which allowed me to examine her at my leisure. I wished I go could stand behind her, nuzzle her neck, and fondle those cheeks.

I wondered if she would sleep-walk that night. If I was right, and she was seducing me so I would get the goods on the pipeline for her, then the sleep-walking had to be just a ploy. What would stop me, then, from sampling the goods right now? Why couldn’t I just walk up behind her, kiss the nape of her neck, press my cock—now swollen from my wicked thoughts—into that sexy behind, and reach around to sample those luscious, slumping tits?

Fear, that’s what. If I was wrong, I would be out on my ear. No, I had always been a careful person, a good engineer. That is, until I had met Linda. Only then, under her guidance, had I become adventurous. When we had seduced that woman, the wife of one of her co-workers, Linda had taken the lead. I would never have made a play for her, and if I had, I would have succumbed to my urges and blown it. Linda made me see the wisdom of taking it slow, and taught me to appreciate the exquisite taste of sampling your dessert morsel by morsel.

So, I would play along with Paula’s game and pretend I wasn’t wise to it. If she did the sleep-walking thing again, I’d push the boundaries to see how far she’d go.

“Yours is ready,” Paula said, pushing a loaded plate to the side while she finished making her own.

I stepped close behind her, closer than would be expected, close enough to breathe on her neck, the bulge in my pants only inches from her firm, pear-like cheeks. At the last minute, I stepped sideways, picked up the plate, and said, “Thanks.”

“There’s milk or juice in the fridge. Why don’t you pour us both one? Glasses are up there.”

Paula indicated a cupboard with a nod.

“Juice or milk?” I asked.

“Whatever you’re having.”

I got some juice from the fridge and poured two glasses. Paula finished making her sandwich and took one of the glasses before leading me outside to the lounges. I followed, content to watch the magnificent interplay of her buns.

Tonight. Please sleep-walk tonight.

We sat on the lounges for a couple of hours after we finished eating, talking. I purposely mentioned my deceased wife and gently pushed the conversation toward intimacies shared between couples involved in long-term relationships. Paula seemed genuinely intrigued. Almost an hour and a half into our discussion, I told her that Linda and I often sequestered ourselves in our home for days on end without going out, even to get food.

“We ate whatever we could find in the cupboards. We didn’t want to expose ourselves to others because we had discovered that three or four days absolutely alone we would spontaneously do things for each other that we wouldn’t contemplate otherwise. It’s an amazing phenomenon, but it is true. The other person becomes your entire universe and you’ll do anything just to please them, or see what really makes them tick.”

“What kind of things?”

Paula had turned toward me, twisting her body in a way that thrust her right tit forward and plastered the jumpsuit around it so tightly the nipple was clearly delineated. Her eyes were intense, lips moist, and her breath shallow but audible.

I put her off, however. I started to tell her what she wanted to know, juicy details of my private life with Linda, but changed my mind about revealing those precious secrets. I couldn’t stop completely but drew the story out, teasing her, dangling a bit here and then veering off on an aside. I was running out of delaying tactics and nearing the point where I had to actually give her some real meat when we heard Robert’s voice.

Relieved, I took the earliest opportunity to change the subject, telling him that I had taken a walk for a ways alongside the pipeline. He was very interested in hearing what I had found but, to my surprise, Paula seemed uninterested, got up, and disappeared into the house. I didn’t see her again until dinner.

I made excuses about not feeling well again after dinner and returned to my room. I read for a while, waiting for everyone to go to bed, and fell asleep. When I awoke, the house was dark, including my room. I didn’t remember turning out the light, but I must have. I listened for signs that someone was up but heard nothing. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that the bedroom door was wide open. I was sure I had shut it.

Then I felt a presence in the room. I raised my head and gazed around but saw nothing so I sat up and peered more intently into the darkness. I looked right at her for several seconds before my mind recognized Paula’s shadowy outline standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, staring into the night.

I studied her as my eyes acclimatized to the darkness. At first, I wasn’t sure if she was awake or sleep-walking but soon came to the conclusion it was the latter. Carefully, I pulled the covers back and slipped my legs over the side of the bed. I stood up slowly and eased my weight onto the floor, catching my breath as the moonlight outlined Paula’s tits slinging forward against her flimsy nightgown. If sleep-walking was a ploy, I didn’t need to be so careful, but if it wasn’t, I sure didn’t want to wake Paula and ruin everything, so I moved stealthily until I was in position behind her.

She was so beautiful: graceful neck sweeping out to rounded shoulders, slender arms hanging listlessly past a narrow waist that flared out to form deliciously feminine hips above thighs that tapered down to well-muscled calves, all maintained in steady balance upon a compact pair of bare feet. It was actually too dark on the room side of Paula’s body to see through the thin nightgown but in my mind I was sure I could see the swell of each buttock and a dark line between them.

Here goes.

I reached out and put a hand on each hip. Paula didn’t flinch so I slid my hands upward, following the inward curve of her waist and then widening until I felt the swollen sides of her breasts in my palms. I leaned forward until my nose penetrated the hair at the nape of her neck and breathed deep, then pushed my hands around until the full swells of Paula’s breasts rested comfortably in my palms.

I became light-headed and teetered forward. That’s when I realized that my cock had grown so hard the tip had escaped my shorts. It skidded between Paula’s cheeks until my chest contacted her shoulder blades. Involuntarily, my hips scrunched upward, pushing the head of my cock deeper between her globes.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, unable to prevent my lips from latching onto the curve of her neck.

I inadvertently pressed more frimly against Paula. She lost her balance but caught herself by stretching her hands out to catch the edges of the window. I followed instinctively, cupping her breasts and moving with her, my feet moving outside of hers, and my cock prodding deeper between her buttocks. I waited until I was sure she was steady, then released her right tit and used the freed hand to push my shorts down.

Are you crazy?

Evidently, I was. I returned my hand to Paula’s tit and rubbed my cock against her ass. I moved my hands down to Paula’s sides, pressed against her waist, and slid them back up, dragging the nightgown higher. Free of my shorts, my cock angled forward and under the raised hem, sliding between her bare ass flesh. I groaned.

“So beautiful,” I whispered again.

Looking at Paula, from this perspective and in the darkness, she could have been Linda. I groaned again and rubbed my cock back and forth through her cheeks, massaging her breasts and enjoying the stiffening nipples poking through the nightgown and even tryng to extend between my fingers.

I wish I could fuck you.

Had I said that out loud? Paula stepped forward and straightened. I let my hands fall free and allowed our bodies to part. Her hands dropped away from the window frame and she stood still, once again listlessly gazing into the night. My cock arched toward her ass. I tried to control my breathing and reached out to touch her—on the shoulder. It was time to return her to her room before her husband came looking for her, and I went too far.

Paula turned obediently toward the light touch on her right shoulder. She started to walk and I turned to follow her so I could guide her out the door and down the hallway to her room. Too late, I realized she hadn’t turned fully and was walking toward the bed. I tried to catch her but her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she fell forward onto the bed.

Shit. I didn’t want her to wake up lying on my bed. Gently, I grasped Paula’s arms and lifted her up onto her knees. I stepped back to make room and tried to pull her off the bed onto the floor and into a standing position but her hands slipped out of mine and she flopped forward onto her face. Damn it! Paula was now lying face down on her knees with her butt sticking up high, the nightgown barely covering half her ass.

I moved closer, searching for her hands to try again, but changed my mind and grabbed Paula by the hips to get a better hold. My hands had slipped under the nightgown so I was holding her bare flesh. I looked down at her upraised ass and my cock dangling an inch or so behind it.

Oh God.

I leaned forward until the tip of my dick graced her cheeky split, rotated my hips, and caught my breath as my rod found the moist sponginess between her legs. Her lower lips parted and the head of my cock slipped into them. Heaven, fucking heaven. Oh jeez, how long had it been since I’d felt such bliss?

Gorgeous, hot, moist, velvety pussy. I slid in deeper, a couple of inches, meeting only enough resistance to entice—then deeper. Just a few strokes, just one or two—or maybe three or four…a dozen, but no more I promised myself.

That’s it. Just a few more, then I’m done. I grabbed Paula’s hips more firmly and pulled her back onto my cock, digging it in deep. So fucking tight, so wet! So fucking wonderful. A perfect fit, just like my Linda.

Linda.

I groaned and rammed against Paula’s backside. Once, twice…she fell forward, flat on the bed, and I followed, scrambling to lean over her, straddling her thighs to keep my cock fully immersed in her sea of love. Ah, God, the feel of her spongy ass resisting my thrusts was so good, so fucking hot. I adjusted my position to get better balance and starting fucking my host for real.

I lowered myself onto Paula’s back and gouged my cock into her behind, reaching as deep into her cunt as I could get. Establishing a rhythm, I bounced her off the bed and impaled her on my cock, then hammering hard for maximum effect. Her body was so exciting that it was a moment before I realized she wasn’t just bouncing off the bed onto my cock. Her ass twisted up to meet me each time and on the way down her pussy squeezed my cock, pulling it down upon her.

God, you’re so fucking hot!

I huffed and moaned, “Unnggghhhhhhh, unghhh, uh, uh uh, unghhhh.”

Suddenly, my spend was flowing and I was filling her, too late to stop, coming inside her, legs going rigid, stretching to get deeper, leveraging off the balls of my feet, digging in, and coming! Oh yeah, coming.

I leaned over Paula, cock now withdrawn, panting, chest heaving, rasping. I pushed myself back to a standing position and stayed there, trying to catch my breath.

What now?

I have to get her out of here.

I pulled Paula onto her feet, no longer worried about waking her up, smoothed her nightgown down, and turned her toward the door. She moved when I prodded her, not as steady as before, but she did move. I guided Paula to her bedroom door and nudged her inside. There was a lamp on inside so I beat a hasty retreat back to my room and closed the door quietly behind me.

I flopped down onto the bed, exhausted. I could hardly believe what had just happened. As I drifted off to sleep, thoughts churned through my mind.

I love this woman and I want her.

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I returned to work the next day and rented a car during lunch.

“If I support you from the office, it will give Sheila a chance to come up to speed and gain confidence by being mostly on her own,” I rationalized to Mike.

Sheila was one of the local technical crew. She was bright and eager, and just happened to be the young blonde woman I had seen Mike escorting from the building the night he said he had to meet a client. That may have been legitimate but I did note that he accepted my argument rather easily.

I went home early with a trunk full of more sophisticated equipment and spent a few hours at the pipeline. I was certain I could provide enough evidence to convince the company that in its current decrepit condition the pipeline wouldn’t be serviceable again without significant expenditure. Anyway, it was a ticking time bomb and a potential public relations disaster waiting to happen. With my standing in the company, I might be able scare Parker into doing the right thing. If not, what would he do? Fire me?

I felt good about what I was doing. I hadn’t been this happy in my work since I first started. It was a project with a worthy goal—making Paula happy.

I had just managed to get the equipment back into the trunk when Mike drove in. I was glad he hadn’t seen it because, despite his appalling lack of technical knowledge about what he sold to make a living, I didn’t want to raise his suspicions. My relief turned to pleasure when I turned to go into the house and saw Paula watching me. She smiled like she had the day she’d seen me returning from the pipeline wearing the backpack.

I received a call that night while we were eating dessert. I excused myself and took the call in the living room. When I returned to the table, Paula exclaimed, “It’s your birthday? Why didn’t you tell us. We could have had cake.”

“I don’t celebrate my birthday anymore, haven’t for years.”

“Three years?” Paula asked.

I was surprised by her reference to Linda’s demise and my face showed it.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. That was insensitive of me.”

“It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean any harm. Yes, I guess it’s been three years but, truth be known, I didn’t celebrate my birthday before anyway, that is, until Linda came along. She made a big deal of it and always did something special for me.”

Paula went to bed early that night. I waited as long as I could, watching the hallway like a hawk through the door I had left open, but no light or sound broke the stillness of the night.

I fell asleep.

My eyes fluttered open. I closed and opened them again, squinting at the brightness of the light. My foggy brain finally realized the light was from the bedside lamp. Shielding my eyes with my left hand, I tried to turn it off but failed and sank back onto my right side. I was facing the edge of the bed and the open doorway I had been watching so closely before I dozed off, waiting for Paula to bless me with her listless presence. It was still dark in the hallway and as silent as a tomb. Disappointed, I sighed and closed my eyes.

Wait a minute! Who turned the light on?

I rose up on my elbow and peered through the doorway, searching the dark hallway for an answer. Had she been here? Could she turn on a light while walking in her sleep? Did sleep-walkers do that kind of thing? I raked through my mind seeking anything I might have heard about sleep-walking but came up blank.

I reached for the lamp switch but felt short again. Exasperated, I tossed myself around and flipped onto my left side, shoved my left hand under the pillow to pull it up against my head and simultaneously punched it with my right to plump it up. My eyes closed and breath expelled noisily from my chest. I breathed in deep, exhaled, breathed in deep again, then gradually took shallower and shallower breaths as my body relaxed, readying itself for sleep. Blanking my mind to help, I studiously thought of nothing but she crept into my head anyway, as she did every night—my Linda. I sighed.

Linda, you have to let me go. I didn’t think I could live without you but, now that you’re gone, I can’t live with you. At least, not just in my head. It’s killing me.

Peter, you’re the one that has to let go.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and shook my head as if trying to shake the voice out of my head though I knew it wasn’t really there, that it was just me talking to myself. Linda or me, I knew the voice was right. I had to let Linda go because I couldn’t live with the constant reminder of what I was missing.

It was no good. I couldn’t sleep. I opened my eyes, and stared, seeing but not comprehending.

What the fuck?

I raised my head, confused.

She was there. Lying on the bed, back toward me, nightgown pulled up over her hips and piled on her waist, the hem stretching up across her ass and disappearing over her right hip which was tilted slightly away. Her bottom was half bare, each cheek swelling to form a perfect little pear.

The covers had been kicked down, exposing her legs. Like her hip, the right leg was slightly in front of the left, creating a gap that narrowed to almost nothing between her thighs. I looked close, able in the faint light from the lamp behind me to see the puffiness of her pussy in the shadows between the back of her thighs. My cock stiffened into full hardness as the sight brought forth memories of the night before when I had fucked Paula right here on this bed, gripping her hips and mashing mine against that beautiful, jutting behind. They were so similar, Paula and my Linda.

Hard, I was so fucking hard. I wanted her badly but was afraid to touch her in case she vanished, proving to be just a figment of my imagination. Such a gorgeous ass, waiting for me, legs stretched out one in front of the other like Linda’s always were when she wanted me to take her in the ass. As soon as I shifted my weight to bring my cock against her ass, she would lean over onto her stomach, twisting her cheeks up against my hardness. She was always ready to take it inside right away because she had prepped herself, building excitement in her mind as she waited to surprise me.

Linda always said I was the best she’d ever had in the ass. She said I was a natural and that my cock was the perfect size for ass-fucking. She loved to push something inside her pussy when I did her. She had started with her fingers but graduated to a medium-sized dildo. Not long before she died, she had broached the subject of finding a real cock to fill her pussy while I took care of her ass. She wanted to know if I would be okay with it because she wanted to be DPed, but only if I could handle it. I wasn’t ready, and said no. How I wished now I had granted her wish. If only I’d known.

I moved closer. I needed to touch her despite knowing it would ruin the dream, that she would disappear the moment I did.

“It’s okay baby,” I whispered, reaching out to touch her ass, fingering the underside of her beautiful, fleshy right cheek.

It didn’t vanish into thin air like I expected, nor did she lean away while arching her back to offer her ass. Surprise turned to shock as I realized I wasn’t dreaming and it was Paula lying on the bed with her head mostly hidden under the pillow. I caressed her ass more confidently, no longer afraid she would disappear. Sleep-walking or not, she needed it, else she wouldn’t be here.

I need you tonight, Paula, like this, face down and ready to take it.

I caressed the back of her thighs and trailed the tips of my fingers down to her knees. Back and forth, I tickled her legs, falling into a natural rhythm that I hadn’t practised for three years. Her thighs trembled, just like Linda’s.

Perfect.

I pressed my knuckles against the inside of her right thigh and Paula inched it over, responding just like Linda did. I moved down her leg then, teasing the inside to her ankle and onto her foot, scratched along the bottom of her sole and then explored behind the base of her toes. On the return, I traced a path up the back of her calf, swirled around the soft puffiness behind her knee, and then moved on up her thigh, slid in toward the juncture, almost touching it, and then retreated down her leg.

This routine was repeated over and over. Ten minutes went by before I leaned forward to kiss the most swollen part of her lower right cheek. More minutes passed before I nibbled it between my lips and let my tongue slide into the crack. Just a quick tease.

My hand slid up Paula’s right side, under the nightgown, following her waist, and reached around to grasp her tit. The nipple was stiff and extended. I pinched it gently, increased the pressure gradually until I knew it must almost hurt, then released it suddenly. Paula responded with a moan, just like Linda always did.

Ahh, this was going to be so good.

I kissed the back of Paula’s neck, slid my lips along the nape, caressed the other side and returned, then switched back and forth as I massaged her tit and pinched her nipple repeatedly, bringing my left hand into play to please the left one too. After a while, I returned to Paula’s bum, kissed it briefly, then played with her legs and feet. She groaned, perhaps disappointed that I wasn’t doing more, so I surprised her on the trip back, sliding in until I made contact with the juncture between her legs. Paula groaned under the pillow but there was a different tenor to the groan. I smiled.

We’re so ready, aren’t we?

I kept the tips of my finger on her pussy lips and strummed as if playing a guitar, kissed her ass again, then pushed my fingertips into her slit and stroked it vertically. She was wet, very wet, and received me easily. I pushed my tongue between her cheeks and slid it up and down, matching the movement of my fingertips in her pussy.

I pushed both tongue and fingers in deeper and shook my head, sliding my tongue through her crack and slicking her cheeks. I pried them apart and drooled onto her pucker, lifted my head and stared, fascinated, as my spit oozed around the crinkly hole and seeped inside. I leaned in close, stretched out my tongue and pushed the curved tip into the seep hole, then wiggled it. Paula’s ass quivered and she moaned again.

I spit more on her hole, tickled it again with my tongue, and reveled in her muffled groan. Reaching under Paula’s hip with my left hand, I found her pussy with my fingers and, plying it, poised my right index finger at her nether entrance. I set the tip on the dark asterisk and pressed. Slowly, it depressed the shutter until it sank in to the first knuckle. That beautiful muffled groan graced my ears again.

I progressed slowly, just as I had with her legs and tits, until my whole finger was easily sinking into Paula’s ass. I became enthralled with the quivers and trembles of her thighs as she reacted to my careful explorations. Before I tried two fingers, I sank my tongue inside and treated her with a series of pokes and wiggles, pushing in stiff and then letting it soften into thick pulpiness inside her ass.

I knew all along from Paula’s reactions that she had never had it in the ass but I could tell she liked it, much like my Linda had when she had been an anal neophyte. Soon, I sensed, Paula would love it too, just like Linda. She was in for a real treat. How fortunate for her to get a real ass man like me for her first time—the best, as Linda had claimed, and with a little pride, I knew there was more than a semblance of truth in that statement.

I pushed two fingers in, met resistance, but kept the pressure on. Gently, gently, pressing in. I knew she could take it, knew she was ready, knew she wanted it.

Soon, baby, soon you can have my cock, deep in your ass, my gift for you. It is, after all, my birthday.

Two fingers, moving easily now.

You’re ready, my sweet, ready for me.

I got onto my knees, straddled her thighs, positioned her straight on the mattress and brought my cock close. I needed her higher, so I grabbed her hips and lifted her ass up a bit. Her protruding buttocks opened and beckoned in silent welcome. The pillow shifted when I lifted Paula’s ass yet higher and she adjusted her arms on the bed, exposing the back of her head and her hair—her blonde hair. I froze.

Linda. Linda?

I leaned over, trying to see her face, but she twisted it into the mattress. Her ass pushed back against my cock and settled her pucker right on my tip.

“Fuck it. Fuck it for me.”

Word for word, just the way Linda would have said it. I can’t describe the range of emotions that rammed through my entire body within microseconds. I needed to take her, but I was also afraid. I hovered over her buttocks, indecisive, incapable of advance or retreat.

“Take me. I need it badly.”

That did it. The balance of my weight tilted forward and my cock pressed against her slick pucker, bending as it met resistance despite my patient preparation. I nudged forward.

“Oh, ohhhhh,”

I nudged harder.

“Oh, oh, uhhh, unnhhhh.”

And again.

“Unngghhh, uh, uh, unnhhh, unnnnghhhhhhh.”

That last long one coincided with the head of my cock popping through the ring, overcoming its resistance but immediately meeting reluctance further in. I paused, held still for a couple of moans and then pushed forward slowly with steady pressure. From experience, I knew it would be better not to stop completely.

Each push was more an intention than a true insertion, and each ease back more of a relaxation. Repetition led gradually to actual movement, half an inch, then an inch, an inch and a half, and then two.

At the end of one stroke Paula released a deep groan when, instead of withdrawing, I pushed onward. Her stretched ring dragged on my shaft but I maintained the pressure until my cock was all the way in. I paused, then pulled back, just an inch or so, and plunged back inside. I worked my way out of her rear tunnel just as slowly as I had pushed in, plugged in fully but withdrawing only part way, farther and farther, until I was plunging all the way in and all the way out.

As I pumped my cock within her, I considered the woman beneath me. The blonde hair hadn’t completely thrown me. Though surprised, I did know it was Paula and not Linda, but wondered why had she had gone to the effort to dye her hair blonde like Linda’s. Upon that thought, the family pictures I’d seen around the house flashed through my mind. Not only had Paula dyed her hair, she’d also cut it short like Linda’s too. The pictures had all shown Paula with longer, shoulder-length hair. How long had she been wearing it short like Linda’s?

The exquisite sensations from the hot body beneath me pushed such confusing thoughts out of my head. I wanted this woman, whoever she was. I moved faster and faster until she was moaning constantly, then slowed almost to a stop and ground deep into her, rotated my root around the entrance to her hole, then pulled out and shoved slowly back in. The change of pace converted moans to a guttural groan that spawned the familiar thrill of male conquest within my chest, something I hadn’t felt for three years.

I took Paula to the edge of climax but held her back, cruelly withholding bliss and letting it seep away, then started her on the path toward it again. I briefly renewed the fast pace of taking her ass and then slowed to a smooth and steady stroke, followed again by a harsh and choppy attack. Throughout, I continued to build, winding ever higher until, finally, I couldn’t hold back. Though I tried, I needed it just as much as she and maybe even more, but she drew away, exacting a payback of her own, just like Linda might have done. It didn’t matter. I was too far gone and nothing can stop a man when he gets that close.

I filled her ass. I knew I shouldn’t have, and I could have pulled out and spilled my seed on her back, but I didn’t. I trembled and quivered and shuddered until I had squeezed every drop between her cheeks. I flopped onto Paula’s back, expecting her to go limp, extending the sleep-walking façade. Knowing I couldn’t be with her again until the next night at the earliest, I tried desperately to milk every sensation, however small, before she withdrew into her shell, real or not. I yanked the pillow off Paula’s head and tossed it away, then buried my face in her blonde hair and kissed the back of her head.

“Happy birthday, Peter,” she husked.

I lifted my head and stared at her. Turning her face to the side, Paula released a hoarse chuckle. I smiled and kissed her cheek, then stretched around to envelop her mouth and kissed her, afraid that if I stopped she would go back to sleep, until Paula put her fingers between our lips and gently pushed me off her and away. She twisted onto her back and reached out to pull me in tight against her front, offering the soft pleasure of her breasts and the warmth of her tummy. We cuddled in silence. Paula offered no explanation for the sleep-walking ruse or dying her hair blonde, and I didn’t ask. Several long minutes elapsed before she spoke.

“I have to go. Michael will be waking up soon,” she whispered when the faint light of dawn first intimated its imminent onset.

“Do you have to?”

“Yes, but if you come home early, I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I wish you could stay the night. I’d love to wake up with you.”

“You may get your wish but something has to happen first.”

I didn’t get a chance ask Paula what she meant. She pushed and I gave way. An emptiness crept over me as I watched her walk away. She tugged the nightgown down to cover her ass but it was too short to hide the moist sheen on the inside of her left thigh.

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I hadn’t thought I would be able to sleep after that but I did and even slept through my alarm. Mike was gone when I woke up, but so was Paula. Strangely, I was relieved, on both counts. I needed time to think about what had happened.

After eating, I grabbed some gear from the trunk of the rental car and headed for the pipeline. On the way, I thought about the situation. Paula had obviously used the sleep-walking thing as a ruse to seduce me. I guess I should have been angry, or disappointed, but in fact I was intrigued by her inventiveness.

She could have simply initiated an affair. Despite my public disavowal of those who cheated on their partners, God forgive me, I probably would have accepted. Sure, I could have used Mike’s indiscretions to rationalize such behavior but the simple fact was I was enamored with this woman. There was no awkwardness within my conscience about being with her.

I wasn’t born yesterday. If knew it would help to have a damning report from one of the pipeline owner’s top technical people but I didn’t care that she had played me for that purpose. I wanted to get the goods on the pipeline for her if it meant that much to her. Anyway, the pipeline had been shoddily maintained, which I couldn’t countenance, and should certainly now be dismantled. I didn’t feel guilty about what I was doing, and anyway, the past week had been fun, more fun that I had had for a long, long time!

Neither Paula nor Mike were home when I returned to the house. If it was the weekend the kids would have been home from school but it wasn’t so I sat on one of the lounges and enjoyed the rural landscape. Mike and Paula arrived home separately but about the same time. She appeared through the glass doors but Mike’s voice remained distant. He was talking on the phone again, something he did a lot, even at home.

“Would you like a drink?” Paula asked, hesitating by the door.

“No thanks. I’m fine.”

“I’m sure you are,” she smiled.

I blushed. Can you imagine? At my age?

Paula settled effortlessly into the other lounge without spilling a single drop from her full wine glass. She was wearing a simple, sleeveless dress with a hem that would have reached just above the knees but settled halfway up her thighs when she stretched out on the lounge and raised her knees, an action that transferred just the right amount of tension to her calves. She sipped her wine and I tried to see why I sensed something different about her.

Maybe it was the hair, which was back to her normal color. I was about to comment on it, instead of telling her I was ready to write up a report on the pipeline like I had planned, when Mike burst through the door.

“There you are. I was wondering where everyone was.”

Mike dragged one of the lounges to the other side of his wife and spilled some of his scotch as he plopped down upon it.

“You missed a hell of a day at the office. Lot’s of tension between us sales types; but best left alone. I talked to Parker though. Told him about your plan to have Erickson tag along with me and you providing support from the office. He thought it was a good idea; said you’d know what would work best. He has a lot of confidence in you.”

I nodded. Mike raised his glass in salute and took a big swig. I noticed that he referred to Sheila by her last name and phrased his sentence to avoid saying ‘her’. I glanced at Paula but she was looking straight ahead, head tilted slightly down to sip her wine. Mike didn’t try to engage her in the conversation by switching to another topic. Instead, he plowed right on to give a blow-by-blow of the exchange between the sales types despite having said it was best left alone. Paula bore it for a minute, then quietly got up and disappeared into the house. I wished I could have gone with her but felt obliged to remain behind to listen to my host’s retelling of how he had come out on top in the daily jousting with his peers. It was an eon before we were called to dinner.

Paula didn’t visit me that night. I had looked forward to her visit all day, thinking about what to say to her, and wondering how I could tell her about my report without sounding like it was payment for what she had done. I wanted to tell her I loved her, that I thought she was the most beautiful creature alive, and that Mike didn’t deserve her. I wanted to ask her to leave him and come home with me.

Then my feelings vacillated and I rushed to the dark conclusion that she was just as bad as her husband, that she had seduced me maliciously, manipulating me for the sole purpose of writing the report she needed to get rid of the pipeline. She didn’t care about me. Dying her hair was probably a joke.

For Christ’s sake, Peter. Get hold of your emotions. She’s nothing like that. Paula is a fine woman, and she doesn’t deserve your bullshit.

Yes, that’s true. The way she had talked to me, the way she had been with me after sex, that couldn’t be faked. She might not care deeply about me but she wasn’t a malicious woman. Still, I couldn’t shake the impression that there was more to this than met the eye. She wasn’t just a lonely woman with a cheating husband, gracefully offering herself to an emotionally wounded man that had turned up on her doorstep.

Why didn’t she come?

An eerie feeling came over me when I remembered some of Paula’s sounds and movements were almost indistinguishable from Linda’s. I shivered, and though I tossed it off as nonsense, I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that I had been in bed with a ghost.

I hoped she didn’t come.

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The next day, I went into the office and spent the day writing up my report except for one call from Sheila seeking help for a problem she should have been able to handle easily herself. There were at least two other people on the technical staff that were better trained than she and more suitable for Mike to have taken along for support. Oh well, it was his commission.

I finished the report and composed a letter to send to Parker, one that laid out the reasons why I would have to contact certain officials in order to comply with the demands of my professional principles and personal conscience. I had already spelled out why it made technical and economic sense to dismantle the pipeline in the body of the report but felt the letter was necessary for Parker to move on its recommendations. Parker knew me. He would know the report could not be ignored or covered up. Also, I knew he wasn’t likely to actually read the report proper.

Mike called to say that he needed to stay over until the next day. He asked if I could let Paula know and would I be available to help Erickson. I assured him I would, on both counts. I left the office immediately, wishing Mike had called earlier. I was now eagerly looking forward to an evening alone with Paula. I drove quickly, not wanting to waste a single minute. I would show her the report and, to hell with it, collect any reward that was offered. What was that she had said when I said I wanted to wake up with her? Something has to happen. Well, I was making it happen.

Robert’s car was in the driveway when I arrived. Crap! I hoped he wasn’t staying long. I entered the house and was surprised to find nobody there. Come to think of it, I hadn’t noticed any of the outside staff around either. Surely, at least the cook was there. Nope. The house was empty. I couldn’t even find Robert or Paula. Perhaps they were out for a walk. I looked around the living room, suddenly worried. I hoped nothing unfortunate had happened. What about the children? Why else would Paula give the staff the night off and be absent?

I went upstairs to have a shower and get changed before dinner. If they weren’t home soon, I would drive down to the village and get some dinner at the local pub. I had heard the food there was excellent. Thinking about driving made me wonder how Robert and Paula had left when both their cars were parked in front. Maybe I should go to the local hospital.

I pushed the door open to my room, and had my answer.

A couple was having sex on my bed. They weren’t in a hurry. The woman was stretched out on top of the man, her pelvis slowly working his manhood, and doing a great job of it, judging from the sounds he was making.

It was Paula. Jealously flooded through me and I stepped forward, not in anger, but rather in anguish. How could she? In my bed, where I had taken such care to possess her virgin ass, hoping she would want experience that pleasure again. And now I had caught her cheating on her husband. She was as bad as him. She must have known he would be gone overnight. I took another step forward. Who the hell was she fucking?

I stopped, aghast!

Robert peered at me past Paula. He whispered something I couldn’t hear but Paula stopped working his cock, turned to look at me, and smiled, genuinely pleased to see me. Her hair was blonde again.

“Peter, what took you so long?”

She leaned further over Robert and laid her head down on his chest. Then, reaching back, she grasped her lovely cheeks and pulled them apart. I stared between her open cheeks at the well-lubed anus that winked at me as Paula resumed sliding up and down her brother’s cock which was a surprisingly long one for such a slender fellow to possess.

“Come Peter, show Robert how you made love to me.”

I was dumbfounded. I wanted to turn and run from the room but couldn’t spark my limbs into action. I just stood there like a dork.

She spread her cheeks wider, tugging her anus open. My head felt light. It could have been Linda speaking those words.

“I’m so ready for you. We’ve been waiting for ages. I thought you’d be home early.”

I stepped forward.

“You know I’ve always wanted to do this.”

My fingers were on my shirt, already starting to unbutton it.

“DP me.”

I ripped at my shirt and buttons flew everywhere. I jerked my belt open and shoved my pants down, shorts and all in one fell swoop, cried out when my already hard cock got caught in the waistband and yanked downward at a painful angle. I stepped forward, half tripping, struggling to get the pants off my feet, scratching my legs in the process.

“Fuck it for me,” Paula urged.

I leapt onto the bed and straddled Paula’s ass, grabbed her hips and tried to get into her hole, stabbing at it too eagerly with little success until she grabbed my cock and set the tip at her greasy entrance. I pushed, slipped through easily, and howled my pleasure, then stroked slowly in and out several times.

“Hard, baby,” Paula cried. “I’m so fucking ready,” she wailed.

I started pounding on her ass, dimly aware of a strange, new sensation. Robert’s cock was shoving up, pushing Paula’s ass up to meet me, scraping against my own cock just millimeters away. My thighs slapped against Paula’s ass.

“I love it,” Paula cried out. “A cock in each hole.”

My hands slipped from her hips and cinched around her narrow waist. I started banging her with wild abandon, aware that Robert was doing the same from below. Paula didn’t speak but her moans and groans encouraged us more than mere words could ever do. Near the end, I grabbed the hair at the back of Paula’s blonde head and pushed her face onto her brother’s. While she kissed him, I lunged into her ass, only once every five seconds or so, relishing the way her whole body rocked upon her bother’s. He was still now and they were both susceptible to my heaves, each groaning in unison with every lurch.

We came like that, a minute or so later. As I filled her ass, Paula came and squeezed Robert’s cock. Within seconds, I felt it gushing within her and we all moaned like animals, then collapsed in a heap with Paula between us amid a mangle of twisted limbs. Minutes passed before Paula spoke.

“You guys will have to be more gentle next time.”

“I don’t know. I kind of got off on that.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Yeah, well you boys weren’t in the middle.”

After we ate dinner, we went back upstairs and tried it again. Gentle didn’t last long but it wasn’t Robert’s or my fault. At least, we didn’t start it.

I enjoyed regular sex after a midnight snack on the living room rug while Robert watched, then took my turn observing as he bent his sister’s legs way back and fed his long schlong into her pussy. I would never be able to match his cocksmanship, not from the front anyway, but I knew there was a field on which I couldn’t be conquered. I woke up with Paula’s mouth on my cock. We were back in bed, though I couldn’t remember climbing the stairs. Robert was leisurely taking his sister from behind and he laughed heartily when my eyes opened.

“It’s about time, sleepyhead,” he laughed.

After a few minutes, I tried to break away so I could take Robert’s place behind his sister but Paula wouldn’t let me go. She kept sucking and worked her mouth all the way down to the root. When I begged her to back away because I couldn’t hold it anymore, she held her face above my dick and let it shoot all over her face.

“Did you like that,” she gurgled, when I was done.

“Not particularly.”

“Oh. Robert loves it.”

“To each his own,” I said.

“I guess,” Paula replied, and turned around to face her brother who had pulled out of her pussy.

I watched as Robert unloaded and felt only disgust. Paula possessed a rare, quiet beauty, and I didn’t like seeing it marred this way. When she returned from the bathroom, drying her face with a large, fluffy towel, she stood beside the bed and said, “I won’t do that again.” She turned to her brother and said, “Is that alright with you?”

“Whatever you say, Sis.”

Paula looked back at me. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Let’s get something to eat.” She laughed and threw the towel at me.

Downstairs, I was surprised to see the kitchen staff on the job. They weren’t in the least surprised to see Robert, even half-dressed, and I realized that he was probably a regular visitor when Mike was away.

“That’s probably Gina,” Robert said when the phone rang half way through breakfast. Gina was Robert’s wife.

“Oh oh,” I said.

“It’s not like that,” Paula said as Robert got up to answer the phone. “Gina’s very understanding. You’ll like her.”

“Of course…Mrs. Ashton. I told Mrs. Ashton two years ago that the pipeline behind her property was to be dismantled next year. Surely, she told you?”

Paula hadn’t, but she had insisted I didn’t need to submit the report.

“We’ve been negotiating a cost-sharing arranging with the British government—with the involvement of Mr. Ashton, the local MP and her brother, I might add—for the past nine or ten months.”

I felt at that moment that I had indeed been played but not for the reasons I had suspected. If Paula was guilty of manipulating me, at least I was the prize and not just an means to and end, and that made all the difference in the world.

I couldn’t get out of New York fast enough. It wasn’t until I was half way across the Atlantic that I remembered seeing Linda and Parker in deep conversation at the end of one of his parties, and that hadn’t been the first time I had seen them. Was that how Paula had heard about our close relationship? Had Linda confided in Parker? It seemed unlikely, but then, how had Paula known that Linda and I had been so close? Was it Paula who had engineered my stay at her home rather than being in a hotel?

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Two years later, I woke Paula in the usual way, trailing my fingers lightly around her naked chest, skirting her breasts in favor of tickling her tummy, circumnavigating her navel before exploring lower, avoiding the musky treasure and proceeding along the edge of her thighs to her knees which was as low as I could reach.

Paula couldn’t prevent the miniature, telltale movements that betrayed her sleep as a pretense and I smiled to myself. This was a ritual we greatly enjoyed, the preliminary steps to our waking hour of making love. Though I would spend long minutes circling her breasts and caressing her limbs, I wouldn’t move between her legs until she opened them, nor would I take her nipple into my mouth before she arched her back.

His sister was bouncing furiously on his cock, roughly pistoning up and down. He could see her glorious torso in full view as her hips danced on his lap. Her perfect large breasts swayed and her nipples made small circles in the air.

Luke moaned at the sight and the heat from her cunt that sheathed his shaft. His hands found her hips and he pulled her down even harder onto his dick.

“Fuck me,” he growled. “You love my cock, don’t you, my nasty girl.”

“I do!” she screamed. “More, I want more!”

His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still. He slammed his pelvis up into her as hard as he possibly could. Her body jolted as she wailed in ecstasy with every thrust that felt like he was banging on a door inside of her.

“Oh my god, you know just what a slut needs,” she howled. Her words were choppy as he used her.

He could feel her satin walls clamping down on his erection and her fluids trickling down his balls.

“Luke!” a voice called in the distance. “Luke! It’s ten-thirty, get up.”

His eyes shot open, ripping him from a vivid dreamland. He saw Amy’s dresser sideways in his vision. His body was sunk into the air mattress that desperately needed to be inflated again.

He had dropped Amy off at school and returning for a few more hours of slumber on the uncomfortable air mattress had become the new morning ritual.

He turned his head, rubbing his eyes. His mother was standing in the doorway. He was suddenly acutely aware of his erection. He made sure to not turn over from his side.

“Hey, Mom,” Luke mumbled.

“I just thought you wanted to get up before it gets too late and the day is wasted,” Kathryn said.

“Yeah, thanks,” his scratchy voice answered.

He turned his cheek back into the pillow, avoiding eye contact with his mother. He silently prayed that he hadn’t been moaning in his sleep, and especially groaning his sister’s name.

“You better not fall back asleep young man,” his mother playfully chided him.

His member uncomfortably rubbed into the un-giving mattress as he kept himself curled and hidden from her view.

“I won’t,” he said. He forced himself to keep his eyes open. “Thanks for getting me up.”

“No problem,” Kathryn replied, and then returned to her office next door.

When he heard her take a seat in the office chair, Luke pulled himself out of bed. He went straight to Amy’s laptop and turned it on. He waited for it to boot up, and then logged into his e-mail.

Besides the standard junk mail, he received an e-mail from Amy half an hour ago. He clicked it open.

He read it silently, “Hey you sleepy head. I wanted to tell you my panties have been soaked all day. I’ll see you at 12:15. Do you remember the place I told you to meet me? Love, Amy.”

Luke smiled to himself. All day yesterday, he and Amy had sent each other dirty e-mails while she was at school. She would tell him about the random filthy thoughts that crossed her mind in class.

Luke typed a reply, speaking the words in his mind as he wrote. “I just woke up from an amazing dream of you and I. The real thing is going to be a zillion times better in just a little while. I remember. I’ll see you then. Keep those panties wet for me and your pussy wetter. I miss you.”

He clicked send, and then made a special folder titled “Teaching Stuff,” for the e-mails that were clogging his inbox. He didn’t want to delete them and knew there would be plenty more to come. After moving all of the messages, he returned an e-mail to his roommate.

Amy felt her phone buzz in her backpack. It vibrated against the railing of her desk that her foot was wrapped around. She smiled, knowing who it was from.

She kept her eyes on her teacher, taking notes in a spiral notebook. She was one of the only students who still took handwritten notes. She had a firm belief that you absorbed more information through writing by hand.

Fingers pounded away on keys around her, background noise to the thoughts of how delicious her brother’s semen tasted on her tongue. Her mouth watered at the thought of his hard flesh diving in and out of her mouth and the exquisite flavor of his spunk.

Amy realized she was drooling. She blushed and quickly wiped her mouth.

She shook off her thoughts for a few minutes and focused on the white board and her English teacher who was rambling on about Albert Camus’ “The Stranger.”

She diligently continued taking notes, but couldn’t help her mind wandering to her brother. She squirmed in her seat and fought with herself to keep focus. She never had a problem paying attention in class until this week.

“I should have blown him this morning before we left,” she thought. “Maybe, I should start doing that every day so I wouldn’t feel so fucking horny like I do now.”

Amy rested her cheek against her left hand, her other hand still writing in her spiral notebook. She rubbed her thighs together in attempt to release some of the tension in her body.

Her babbling mind continued its distraction, “Well no, that wouldn’t help. I’d probably just want to lay in bed with him all day if I did that, needing more and more of his delicious seed. But, I should blow him in the mornings. I know he would love that. Well, if he could keep quiet while I did it.”

She giggled to herself. When she realized she had done so out loud, she quickly covered her mouth.

Amy felt the eyes of her best friend, Kristy, on her and she looked over. The freckled redhead raised a brow and gave her a curious look. Amy shook her head and waved her hand slightly in front of her mouth.

Kristy didn’t appear to be satisfied with that response. She kept her brow raised as she returned her brown eyes forward.

Amy forced herself to pay attention. She sat up straighter and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She quickly copied down the notes she had gotten behind on.

Her inner voice had other plans. “I need to suck his cock as much as possible in the next few weeks. God, I’m going to miss his cock. I’m going to miss him too, so fucking much. But, his penis is part of him, and goodness is it perfect.”

Amy closed her blue eyes for a moment. She clearly saw her brother’s manhood, making out every vein and ridge. She loved how soft his flesh was when it was thick and rigid. She imagined running the tip of her tongue ever so slowly up and down his length, teasing him until he was begging her to wrap her lips around it.

Amy imagined the adoring, loving, lustful, and amazed expression he had while she was servicing him. His eyes were glazed over and wide, always looking down at her. His mouth was open and groans openly escaped from it. The skin around his nose crinkled when he grunted and his nostrils flared. His hand softly petted her head. She loved seeing how much she pleased him and it was written all over his face.

She opened her eyes again once she felt fresh juices stain her silk panties. Her cheeks were hot and she quickly glanced to her friend sitting on her right. Kristy’s eyes were still forward.

She forced any dirty thoughts to the back of her mind for the rest of class, even though her nectar continued leaking into her panties.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the period.

Amy slid out of her desk, and then squatted down to put her notebook into her bag. She pulled her phone out and kept it in her hand as she slipped her arms into her backpack. She smoothed out her green and blue plaid skirt and tugged her sweater vest down before she began walking.

Kristy was waiting for her by the door. Amy joined her, and then they joined the herd of teenagers in the hallway on the way to their lockers.

Amy kept quiet, partially from embarrassment, as they walked together. She could tell her friend had something she wanted to say.

Amy spun the lock and turned it to the proper numbers before it opened for her. She grabbed her calculus book, and then held her hand inside of her locker as she opened her e-mail on her phone. She quickly read her brother’s response and her lips curled into a smile.

Kristy fished her book out of her locker, and then closed it up. She stepped over a few feet across the brown and white tile floor until she was next to her friend.

“Hey woman,” Amy said as her thumb quickly typed a naughty reply to her brother.

“What are you doing?” Kristy asked, peeking over to the light shining inside her friend’s locker.

Amy quickly turned the screen off before sending the message, and then brought her hand back.

“Nothing, Luke just asked me if we needed to pick up anything to make dinner while I was taking care of Timothy and Hunter tonight,” Amy said as she closed up her locker, and then gave the lock a spin. She gave her friend a convincing smile.

Kristy looked up a few inches to her friend, and then scrunched up her freckled nose. Amy knew that was Kristy’s look when she was trying to read her mind.

They started walking down the crowded hallway side by side. Amy tucked her calculus book between her arm and chest.

Kristy looked over to her friend a few times before she spoke with a hint of curiosity in her tone, “Something is up with you.”

“Something is up with me?” Amy repeated, raising a chestnut brow.

“Yes,” Kristy replied quickly, and then stepped around a student who was using the water fountain.

Amy turned her head to her when she was back at her side.

“You seem distracted,” Kristy continued. “You’re the queen of focus.”

Amy chuckled and dismissed her, “Trust me, I’m not distracted. You can’t tell me that your mind has never trailed elsewhere during class?”

“Well no, it’s more than that. I can’t seem to put my finger on it.” Kristy playfully wagged a finger in the air, “But, don’t you worry, I’ll figure it out.”

“Sure you will.” Amy teasingly rolled her eyes before following Kristy down the stairs.

Her tits wobbled against her book as she bounced down the steps. Her skirt billowed against her ass. She tried to wash the silly grin off of her face from the silent warm thoughts her brother brought her.

Amy hopped off of the bottom stair, and then returned to Kristy’s side. They both waved to a friend they passed in the hallway.

“Or maybe, it could be something as simple as you need to get laid,” Kristy laughed.

Her friend playfully slapped her arm. “Hey, well when you were with Derek, you did talk about it all the time.”

“Oh! Well, that’s a great thought to put in my mind right before I have to sit next to him in class,” she retorted with an eye roll.

“I’m just saying, maybe we need to find you a replacement penis,” Kristy playfully chided her. “You need a nice big one and you’ll feel all better.”

“I don’t need a replacement dick,” Amy said more defensively than she meant to. She stopped herself from continuing her statement.

“Well, you need something.” Kristy shot her a smile. “I bet Derek wouldn’t mind having some more time with you. Don’t get back together with him or anything, just let off some steam. You could even leave him before he’s finished as long as you already got yours.”

Amy just shook her head again. “You’re a nutcase,” she chuckled.

Amy continued their playful banter, “I don’t know why I’ve been friends with you since we were nine.”

“That’s cause you love me,” she said, batting her lashes. “Or maybe because I’m the only one who can put up with you.”

“Actually, I think I’m the one who puts up with you, if I remember correctly.” Amy winked.

“Ah yes, my sweet best friend. What would we do without each other?”

Amy shrugged and grinned. “Die?”

“Sounds about right.” Kristy smiled.

They both passed by the restroom. They looked at each other, and then turned back around.

Amy closed the stall door and did her business. She lingered for a few moments and quickly finished the e-mail to her brother.

“I’m literally aching for you. I’m desperate for you to be inside me again. I miss you heaps! I’m going to work up a formula to make the school days pass quicker.” She sent it, and then stuffed her phone back into her bag.

After washing their hands, the girls went a few doors down to their next class. They filed in behind other uniformed students.

The room was stark white with headache inducing fluorescent lighting and windows lined the back wall, like every other classroom in the school.

Amy slipped into her seat in the middle of the room. Kristy sat on her right. As Kristy opened her book, she looked over at Amy. She grinned, and then shrugged. Amy watched her eyes move to the door where her ex-boyfriend was coming in.

Amy shook her head to her friend. She made a mental note to declare to the entire school that you should never choose to sit next to your boyfriend at the beginning of the school year and accept that as your assigned seat.

“Hey,” Derek said as she slipped into the desk on her left.

“Hey back,” Amy said, opening her book to the page number on the white board.

She glanced over at her ex-boyfriend for a brief moment and wondered what she was so head over heels for not that long ago.

He wasn’t unattractive, nor was he handsome. His hair was blonde and messy, as most guys his age wore their hair. She always liked his green eyes, but now they looked so plain and lifeless compared to her brother’s. He wasn’t boring or a jerk. He was just a guy, and he definitely didn’t realize what he had left behind.

Amy bent over to pull her calculator, pencil, and spiral notebook from her bag, and then sat back up. She quickly placed all the materials on the small desk.

“I heard Luke’s back, are you happy?” Derek asked, going through the same practice she just did.

“Yes, very happy. It was a really nice surprise,” she said briefly.

“I’m glad, you deserve to be happy,” he commented, and then smiled.

A week ago, she might have said something a quite crude at a statement regarding her happiness from the guy who out of the blue ripped her heart out and drove over it with spikey tires.

Today, she just smiled. Nothing about Derek mattered anymore. Anything before her brother was washed away with his deep unconditional love. He was all she needed and wanted.

“Thanks,” Amy said softly, and then crossed her legs tightly to her left.

She smoothed out her skirt over her thighs as class began.

Amy took notes along with the rest of the class, working through the sample equations with the teacher.

Amy’s mind wandered when the student who would constantly ask questions raised her hand. She knew she had a few moments to be alone with her thoughts.

She rested her cheek against her closed fist and closed her eyes. She thought about her brother’s lips against hers. They shared the most intense kisses she had ever felt.

She would kiss him every moment of every day if she could. She loved how his lips melted into hers and their tongues always seemed to dance with a perfect mix of decadent love and carnal lust.

Her eyes opened again when she heard the sound of the dry erase marker on the board. She nudged her glasses up on her nose and returned her attention to calculus.

As she was taking notes, she felt eyes on her. She glanced over to her left from the corner of her eyes.

Her ex-boyfriend was staring at her legs. This wasn’t the first time.

Amy felt an odd combination of anger and arousal. She would never in a million years consider giving herself to him again under any circumstances. But, she thought it would be fun to tease him and remind him of what he walked out on.

She continued scribbling in her spiral as her other hand moved down to her lap. Her fingers drifted under her plaid skirt, pretending to scratch an inch on her thigh. Her skirt bunched up against her wrist as she scratched herself. She moved her fingers down to her knee, and then scratched inside the top of her knee highs.

Derek’s eyes became wide as they followed her movements and he licked his dry lips.

She withdrew her hand and her skirt remained high on her creamy thighs, just barely hiding her panties.

Amy glanced over again to see that his gaze was still fixed on her lower body. She smiled inwardly, thinking that her brother would be proud of her.

The annoying student raised her hand again and Amy quietly sighed. Kristy looked over at her and rolled her eyes. Amy giggled softly as her friend mocked their classmate, flapping her hand with every one of her words. Her other hand came up and slapped the mimicking one. Amy covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

She shook her head and playfully raised a finger to her mouth.

Her eyes closed again as blabber mouth continued asking questions.

She thought about Luke’s playful test he put her through last night. He was curious to see how bad of a thing he could make his sister do. He told her to flirt with David, the father of the children she babysat for, when he arrived home. Amy gasped and punched him. She told him that she would never do that. Luke chuckled and admitted that he was glad she wouldn’t. He just wanted to check and make sure she was still his level headed sister, even though she was his filthy slut.

He did however, try to get her to make out with him after the kids had gone to sleep. Amy told him that besides the consequences that would occur if one of the children woke up and found them, she had earned her reputation as the trustful sitter who never invited boys over to play tonsil hockey.

Luke laughed at her about the second comment, but accepted it. He told her he loved her for being her, and then she rested her head in his lap while they watched television until the father returned home.

Amy smiled to herself, feeling warmth throughout her entire body from the love she felt for Luke.

She blinked her eyes open when she heard students punching numbers in their calculators. She quickly caught up and returned her attention to the teacher.

“Psst,” came from her left a few minutes later.

Amy turned to Derek. She cocked her head slightly, silent asking, “What?”

He held out a folded sheet of notebook paper and handed it to her. She quickly reached over and took it. Kristy turned her eyes to her friend when she heard the paper unfolding.

Any read the note in her ex-boyfriend’s chicken scratch handwriting, “I do really want you to be happy. I’m sorry about everything. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I know I hurt you. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry.”

Amy sat back in her seat, contemplating a response as she folded the note up and slipped it into the back of her spiral.

A smile curled on her lips as she thought, “Over a month of barely speaking a word to me, and now you’re sorry? Oh Jesus, Derek, you are such an idiot. You’re lucky that I have Luke now or I would be a bit bitchier about this. Also, a note, really? Damn, you’re clueless.”

She turned to face her ex. He looked as if he was waiting a million years for her response.

Amy reached over and lightly placed her hand on his forearm, and squeezed lightly. She liked that she felt absolutely nothing when she touched him. It was the first time that had ever happened. No anger, no emotions, no excitement, nothing.

“I’m okay,” Amy whispered as quietly as she could and he still hear her. “It’s okay. Really. Thanks though.”

She smiled softly as she withdrew her hand. She saw Derek nod with acceptance before she looked over at Kristy who was practically gawking.

“I’ll show you later,” Amy mouthed, and then returned her attention to class.

Daydreams of her brother tried to push their way into her occupied mind. She was successful except for flashes of images that seeped through the cracks of the mental block that she had forced up.

Luke licking his lips, the silly but sexy way he did when she showed him her body clad in different articles of clothing.

The genuinely thankful and adoring look he had when she was servicing him with her mouth.

The gaze of her brother’s eyes penetrating her soul as he fucked her, connecting them together even more.

Looking down at him as she rode him and felt his cock throbbing inside of her.

The view she saw from over her shoulder to Luke’s face while he buried his organ inside of her ass.

The sight as she looked down to see his hands on her breasts, feeling them over her clothing and directly on her flesh.

Luke’s eyes peeping up from between her thighs.

Amy looking down between her legs and seeing him penetrate her.

The shower quickie they fit in yesterday between getting home and having to pick up the neighbor boys at school.

The annoying student raised her hand again. Amy covered her giggling mouth as her friend dropped her head to her desk and let her tongue roll out of her mouth.

Amy shook her head, and then doodled in the margin of her notebook. She let her mind return to the quickie yesterday.

Luke had picked her up at school. She loved that he wanted to drive her to and from school to fit in a few extra minutes together.

They had arrived home and Luke grabbed her hand before the door was closed. He told her that their mother said she had a meeting and wouldn’t be home for a few hours as they flew up the stairs together.

He turned the water on in the shower and they both shed their clothes in a flash. He pushed her against the wall and took her from behind.

Amy could feel the tile pressing into her chest as he drilled her. She screamed out in pleasure as he satisfied his animalistic cravings with her body.

Her body was crushed between him and the wall. Hot water cascaded down their bodies and quickly fogged up the bathroom.

“You love it, don’t you, big brother,” she heard herself screaming. “You love that your sister is your filthy tramp who you can use at any moment you wish.”

Amy snapped out of her daydream.

“Damn, I do have a nasty mouth,” she thought to herself as she returned to taking notes. A smile appeared on her lips. “I see why Luke is obsessed with my dirty talk.”

The rest of class passed by without any more interruptions from the seemingly constant hand raising student. The bell rang and Amy packed up her backpack. She decided to leave her phone in her bag for the time being.

She slipped out of her desk, and then smoothed out her skirt and sweater. She tossed her bag over her shoulder and took a few steps forward. Derek was waiting for her at the end of the line of desks.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked as she stepped up to him.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Amy replied quickly. She paused for a moment before speaking again. “What’s with the sudden interest?”

He waited a few moments, seeming to gather his thoughts as the rest of the classroom cleared out.

“I’ve just been thinking about you a lot recently,” Derek said, after the teacher had finally left the room.

She raised her eyes to his. She remembered that she just barely had to lift her chin to reach his lips. Then, she briefly thought about how much she loved lifting up onto the balls of her feet to kiss her brother, or him bending down to meet her lips.

“Okay, is that all?” Amy asked calmly.

“Well, no. I feel bad about how I ended things and I’ve been acting since we broke up,” he said.

Amy nodded and closed her fingers tightly around the spine of the book that she held at her chest.

He ran his hand through his shaggy hair. “I was thinking about how happy you’ve seemed since Luke got back,” Derek continued. “I remember making you happy like that.”

Amy thought, “Oh, you have no idea how happy he’s making me.”

She nodded as she continued listening. She reminded herself to stay civil, which wasn’t hard because she was beyond over him.

“I’m just sorry,” he said, and then timidly placed his hand on her upper arm. “I know you can’t forgive me. I broke your heart and you didn’t deserve it.”

She reached over and placed her hand on top of his. She gently nudged his hand down to her angled elbow. She purposely let his thumb graze against the side of her bosom, giving him one last taste of what he could never have again.

“I forgive you,” she said with a soft smile. “I really do. We didn’t work out and that’s okay.”

Derek’s hand slipped away and back to his side. “Thank you, Amy.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” Amy said.

She winked, and then stepped around him. She swayed her hips way more than necessary as she left the classroom.

Kristy was waiting for her outside the door and rushed to her side as she passed.

“What was that?” Kristy asked in a hushed voice.

“Derek felt bad about breaking my heart, which he rightfully should.” Amy shrugged. “He just wanted to say he was sorry.”

“Sorry? Really? Does he not realize that I had to talk you off the ledge for days while you cried?” Kristy was obviously agitated.

Amy stepped to the side to let a student pass between them. She felt like she was always the one to move for other people in crowded spaces like the hallways or a grocery store. No one ever seemed to move for her.

Amy slid her arm around her friend’s shoulder. Their heads lightly bumped against each other as they continued walking and talking.

“I don’t think he does. He was always a bit clueless when it comes to emotions,” Amy said. “But, it was nice he finally said he was sorry.”

They split ways when Amy turned for the hallway the journalism classroom was in.

Kristy grinned. Amy raised a brow.

“What is it?” Amy asked.

“I still think we need to get you back on the horse. I heard Gabe from our art history class thinks you’re cute,” Kristy said with a giggle.

“Gabe?” Amy chuckled. “Yeah, no.”

Kristy shrugged and pursed her lips to one side.

“Anyways,” Amy emphasized the word, “I won’t be around at lunch. I think I’m supposed to go and try to hound that florist one last time and see if they have their ad ready. Deadline is next week for the publishers.”

“They still haven’t given it to you?” Kristy asked.

Amy shook her head.

“Well, have fun with that,” Kristy laughed. “I’ll see you in art history.”

They waved bye to each other, and then Amy took off down the hallway. She arrived in the classroom a minute later.

Other students were already crowded around the large table in the middle, working on a photography layout for the homecoming dance. Amy glanced down at it, seeing the picture of her and Derek that she gave them permission to use that was mixed in with the others on the layout.

Amy quietly took a seat at her favorite computer along the wall of windows. She glanced out to the courtyard and was happy to see the fountain had been turned on.

She kept her backpack on her lap after she had pulled her phone out. She kept it hidden in her bag as she read her brother’s reply.

Amy grinned as she read his words, “Hurry up on that formula! I can’t stand being apart from you. I need you next to me. I need to feel your warmth against me. I’ll see you shortly. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

She kept her smirk as she typed, “You’ll feel me against you soon enough. I need you next to me too. Nothing feels better than being close to you. I was thinking about our shower fun during calculus. Oh, and yes you have. Have I told you that I think you’re the most handsome man on the planet?”

She sent the message, and then closed up her phone. She glanced over at the clock.

“Just a little longer,” she said to herself, and then got to work on her yearbook duties.

She squirmed in anticipation as the minutes dragged by. Finally, it was near lunch time and she bounced out of her seat.

Amy went straight to the neon orange badges on the wall and plucked hers from the bunch. She put it around her neck. The yearbook and newspaper press passes were an automatic hall pass.

She looked around the room, seeing everyone working diligently. Her teacher had her head down. She quickly pulled out a badge from the stack that belonged to a student who was absent today.

She turned away from everyone after putting the others badges away, and then slipped the pass between her sweater vest and white button up shirt. She held her forearm against her stomach, keeping it in place as she approached her teacher.

“Misses Johnson, I’ll be back in a little while. I’m going to go to a few places and see if I can get some last minute ads out of a few places that have turned us down before,” Amy said coolly.

“Alright, be safe driving,” she said.

Amy turned to the door. She took two steps towards it, and then remembered she needed her backpack if she was leaving. She kept her arm pressed against her stomach and she flung her bag over one shoulder, and then disappeared from the classroom.

She looked down the hall to make sure no one was around, and then slipped the other pass into her backpack. She hurried across the tile floor to another hallway and took a left. She weaved through a few clumps of students returning to their classrooms from “A” lunch.

She approached a hall monitor and pulled the badge away from her chest as she passed.

“Still getting ads?” the hall monitor asked.

“Yup,” she replied without turning around.

Amy walked even faster once she was out of their sight.

She made quick turn to her right, down a very small hallway that could easily be missed if you weren’t looking. She followed down the steep ramp between the back of the auditorium and the band hall. She pulled the excess badge from her bag as she approached the windowless door.

She opened the door, and then peeked her head outside. The siblings instantly smiled upon seeing each other.

“Give me one minute. Let me make sure the coast is clear. If not, we will have to take the more difficult route,” she said, and then handed him the badge. “Put this on in case we have to follow plan B.”

Luke took it from her and looked down at the name printed in bold. “Yvonne Davis?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Trust me, it won’t matter,” she said, and then she instantly closed the door.

Amy turned around and took a few steps back up the ramp. She quietly slid into the doors that lead to the back of the stage. Her steps were light as she climbed a few stairs.

She peeked into the auditorium and saw a group of theatre kids eating lunch on the stage.

“Damn it,” she muttered as she back peddled.

She slipped out of the door as quietly as she came in. She hurried back up the ramp and looked down the hall. The coast was clear, but who knew for how long.

Amy ran back to the door and let her brother inside. She grabbed his hand and took him up the hallway with her.

“Just follow me, keep your head down, you’ll be fine,” Amy whispered before they entered into the main hall.

She squeezed his hand before letting go. Luke stepped behind her while she peeked around the corner. She saw two teachers chatting near the glass doors that they needed to get to.

She backed up and almost stepped on Luke’s toe. He stepped back just in time and put his hands on her hips to steady her when she almost tumbled backwards.

Amy turned her face back to him. “Did you have Mister Hines or Miss Perry?” she asked quietly.

“Mister Hines, yeah,” he replied equally quiet.

“Fuck, okay,” she mumbled. “This could take a minute.”

She peeked back around the corner and her brother entertained himself by rubbing her hips. Amy seductively swayed her hips as he felt her up.

She brought her head back with a sigh after still seeing the teachers talking. She looked the other way, weighing her options and thinking of a different place they could go.

She checked back another few times. On the fourth chance, the coast was clear.

“Follow me,” Amy whispered, and then took off around the corner.

Luke walked behind her. He wanted to look around, he hadn’t been inside the school for four years. He was curious to see if anything had changed, but he kept his eyes down. The tile floor was the same slightly odd pattern. That view got boring fast. He raised his eyes to Amy’s white nylon covered calves.

She led them down the hall to the auditorium lobby. She quietly opened the door, and then they slipped inside.

The large room was empty and silent except for their feet pattering across the floor. Luke followed her up the stairs that led to the balcony. They climbed the stairs, racing each other.

At the top, Amy placed her finger over her lips and pointed to the stage. Luke nodded, seeing the handful of students.

After a quick right turn at the top of the stairs, they went up another few steps. The siblings tiptoed in the darkness, being as quiet as possible. Their ears were pricked, ready to pick up the slightest noise. Amy glanced down to the stage several times, checking to see the students were still talking with each other.

She made another fast turn, and then faced a short hallway. Behind each door were offices that had changed their use and were now used for storage.

Amy took him to the middle one, knowing it had the least amount of old set pieces in it. They both looked over their shoulders one last time before entering into the room. Luke’s nervous pulse filled his ears. The sound of the blood rushing muffled his hearing, rendering him almost oblivious to possible noises beyond the hallway.

She stepped inside of the tiny room that left about two feet on either side of them before bumping into painted pieces of wood. The set pieces were a variety of wooden bushes, rocks, and sections of a wall.

She dropped her bag on the floor. She flipped on the dull light and Luke closed the door behind him.

She grinned, quickly looking him over in his old school uniform they found in the basement. It was the same as hers except for the navy blue chinos.

Once he was inside, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself up. Her lips met his and she hungrily pushed her tongue into his mouth. Luke’s hands found her ass and he held her body against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips.

They devoured each other’s mouths. Their tongues danced, massaging the others and twirling together. Their lips smacked against each other’s lightly, smearing with saliva.

Luke pulled her hips against his, grinding into her. She felt his cock growing hard beneath his slacks. He held her with one hand and pulled her skirt up. His hand returned to her butt and he gripped her hard.

“God, I missed you,” she moaned between kisses.

“I missed you too,” he muttered. “How long do we have?”

“About twenty minutes, maybe a little longer,” she said as she kissed along his shaven jaw.

She hated that his facial hair was gone, but he had to shave. A high-school student with a beard wouldn’t help him keep his cover in the hallways.

Luke breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. “You smell so fucking good,” he commented.

Amy pulled back. “I love you,” she said with a smile.

“I love you too,” he replied, and then kissed her again.

His left hand drifted up her body as they kissed deeply. He slid his hand beneath her sweater and quickly popped the buttons of her shirt undone.

Amy moaned into his mouth as he found her breast. He groped her over her white silk bra. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the thin fabric. She reached down and pulled her sweater up to expose her open shirt and give him better access to her tits.

Luke pushed her bra up on her chest, revealing her immaculate large breasts. He pinched and tugged her nipple, making her squirm against him.

His sister unwrapped her legs, and he slowly let her down. She quickly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, leaving his pants on. Her hand clasped around his hard flesh and stroked him.

“Fuck me, Luke, fucking fuck me,” Amy begged as she massaged his length. “I’ve been aching for you since you pulled out past night.”

Luke grinned, and then stepped behind her. He unbuttoned his pants, and then pushed them and his boxers down.

Her hands fell onto the door and she bent over, presenting her panty clad ass to him. Luke pushed her skirt up over her hips and yanked her white silk panties down to her thighs.

He grabbed onto her hips and sank his rigid erection into her slick, tight cunt. They both moaned in ecstasy once they were joined together again.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding about how wet you were,” her brother groaned.

“I don’t lie to you,” she whimpered.

Amy rolled her hips back against him, digging his spear inside of her velvety hole. Her heat seeped into his flesh as he heavily forced himself into her.

Amy wanted to scream out, but knew better. She bit down on her lip and rocked against him. Deep guttural moans escaped from her closed lips.

The room quickly became hot and drenched with the distinct aroma of fucking. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled their ears. They gasped for breath in the humid little room.

Amy pressed her hands into the door, using it as leverage as she slammed her body onto his dick.

“I love being your slut,” she moaned, looking over her shoulder to him. “I love belonging to you.”

“I love that you’re mine, baby sister, all mine,” he grunted.

“For always,” she howled as he dug his cockhead roughly against her cervix.

Luke’s hands found her tits and he squeezed her supple flesh. His body was arched over hers as he pounded into her seeping cunt. Her fluids leaked down her inner thighs.

He continued drilling his tool into her inner flesh as he spoke between heavy breaths, “We don’t have lube, and it’ll hurt you too much without it.”

“I grabbed it this morning. It’s in side pocket of my bag,” Amy whimpered.

She forced herself upon his rod as hard as she could for several deep thrusts before he stepped back.

He picked her bag up from the floor, and she turned around, quickly dropping into a squat. She sucked her nectar from his hard flesh. He dug into the pocket. She giggled with his cock in her mouth when she saw the surprised look on his face.

“You’re such a smart cookie,” he groaned, dropping the bag on the floor.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled onto his prick.

“Now get back up to your spot,” Luke said firmly.

Amy pulled her mouth off, and then kissed the tip of his shaft. She stood up. He spun her back around and she bent over. Her panties had fallen further down her thighs and she wiggled her bum.

She watched as her bother squeezed lube onto his palm. She waited impatiently while he rubbed his fingers into the glob after tossing the lube on top of her backpack.

He smeared lubricant onto her bud, and then pushed a finger inside of her. Amy yelped from the invasion, but it quickly soothed out into a moan.

Luke adored her desperate, lust crazed eyes and her open groaning mouth as he stroked himself with his other hand, coating his dick.

“You’re a good whore,” Luke grunted. “My precious whore of a baby sister.”

Amy’s mouth dropped open as he established a heavy rhythm with his thrusts. Her knees went weak and she was barely able to hold herself up. She whimpered, looking back at his face. She rocked her body and rolled her hips, filling her ass with his member.

“I’m your filthy school girl,” she cried out. “You’re fucking me at school because I need you so bad that I can’t wait until tonight.”

His hands left her ass and he groped her tits again, squeezing them roughly. Every time she squealed, her sphincter clenched around his erection.

“I do. I need it so fucking bad,” Amy said between gasps. “I want you inside me all the time. I want to be overflowing with your sticky seed.”

“Fuck, Amy you’re so nasty,” he hissed.

“I am!” she wailed. She realized how loud she had been and for a moment, she stayed quiet and listened intently for any noise outside of the door. She lowered her voice for her next string of nasty words, “I’m your nasty baby sister and you love me.”

“I do. I love you just how you are,” he moaned. “You’re beyond perfect.”

Her skirt dangled from her, fluttering as their bodies smashed together. Her clothes felt like they were suffocating her. Her pigtails swayed in the air.

The siblings were sweating heavily.

“Fuck your own ass with my cock,” her brother snarled. “Do it, slut, show me how much you’ve needed this.”

He tugged and twisted both of her nipples before he straightened his back.

Amy pressed the heel of her hands into the door and shoved her ass back onto his rod. She kept her head turned and her eyes locked on his. Her cheeks slapped against his pelvis.

“You like this don’t you, you love how desperate I am for you,” she howled, digging his cock into her sticky anus.

Luke answered her with a hard smack on her butt. He adored her flushed face and panting breaths from her quivering lips. He groaned deeply as she squeezed her ass tighter around his thickness.

“I’m your bimbo. Your bimbo fuckslut,” Amy moaned.

Her tits swayed violently as she fucked herself as hard as she could. Her ass bounced roughly on him and she rolled her hips, smearing his dick into her anal walls.

“I’m your piece of flesh. Your baby sister is nothing but a toy for your pleasure,” she nearly screamed. Her glasses had fallen to the tip of her sweaty nose. “Your personal fuck toy.”

Her asscheeks slammed hard onto his pelvis. His balls slapped against her soaked pussy. Luke idly held her hips with one hand and his other continued spanking her.

Floods of intense heat began over taking her body. Her face crinkled as her legs uncontrollably quaked. Her anal walls pulsated around his organ, milking him as she began to orgasm.

Her brother held her hips tight to keep her in position. He took over the thrusts and slammed his throbbing erection into her violently.

She went silent, biting down on her lip as her eyes rolled back. Her climax took her over. She gushed, squirting straight down onto the carpet, soaking it.

Her ass suckled his member as she came, begging him for his cum. Luke let out an animalistic roar. His cock erupted, shooting ribbons of his seed into the depths of her anus. His fingers dug into her flesh as his hips bucked into her. He coated her insides with his pearly load.

He stayed nestled inside of her hugging anus. They caught their breath for several long moments before he pulled out.

Amy reached between her legs and pushed her finger into her gaping hole. She pulled it out, and then brought it to her lips, giving herself a small taste of his spunk.

They smiled at each other as they both made themselves proper. His seed leaked out of her and stained her panties.

Amy put the lube back in her bag, and then looked down at the mess she made on the floor.

“Oopsies,” she giggled.

Luke smiled. “Naughty slut.”

“That’s me,” she said proudly, and then kissed his lips.

After she tossed her bag over her shoulder, she smoothed out her uniform.

“Alright, how do we get out of here?” Luke asked.

“You wait up here, I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” Amy said with a happy, satisfied smile.

Luke opened the door. He let her pass through first, and then turned off the light. He closed the door behind them.

The cool air was heaven to their sweaty skin.

Amy fanned herself for a moment. Then, she wiped her face in her brother’s sweater. Luke chuckled.

“I’ll be right back,” she said softly, and then disappeared down the stairs.

Amy stayed quiet and looked out to the stage. She didn’t see anyone and listened carefully for any voices that could be behind the curtains. She waited a few moments before returning to her brother.

“Come on,” she said as she took his hand.

Luke followed her down the stairs, back to the auditorium entrance. Before stepping onto the ground floor, Amy peeked around the corner. When she didn’t see anyone, she took him to the doors that led to the auditorium.

He held her hand as they trotted down the side aisle. Amy brought him up the steps to the stage. Her hand slipped out of his and she put a hand up, telling him to wait.

She lightly stepped over behind the curtain, checking for students or teachers. She waved for Luke to follow when she didn’t see anyone.

He grabbed her hand again as she led him backstage and down another set of stairs. They reached the door and she gently pushed it open. After another check for people, they slipped back into the hallway.

They went a few steps over to the door leading outside. Amy kept her fingers in the door so it didn’t lock her out. He pulled off the yearbook badge from his neck, and then handed it back to her.

“I’ll see you at two-thirty,” Luke said, and then kissed her lips gently.

After he pulled away, he stroked her pink cheek. She smiled.

“I’ll miss you,” Amy said.

“I’ll miss you too,” he replied. He kissed her one last time. “Bye, beautiful.”

Amy’s lips curled into another smile. “Bye, my love.”

She watched him disappear into the parking lot. Once he was out of sight, she went back inside.

She stopped in the restroom right by the door. She locked the door of the one stall room. Amy couldn’t wipe the smile from her face as she cooled herself off with a wet paper towel.

“I can’t believe I came from just his cock in my ass,” she said to herself in the mirror. “That was fucking awesome.”

She waited for a few long moments before she spritzed herself with apple scented body spray.

Once she was a fresh as she could be with cum stained panties, she returned to the hall.

Amy walked slowly with her tired legs, taking her time to return to class. She stopped in the cafeteria to grab a diet pop from the vending machine before going to her locker to get her lunch.

She stopped in the bathroom to pull the extra badge from her backpack, and then put hers directly on top.

She took one last glance at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were no longer pink and her hair looked okay enough for not having been messed with since the morning and the wind she was supposedly dealing with outside.

She left the restroom, and then took a few short steps down the hall. Before looking over at her teacher, Amy stuffed the two badges into the pocket on the wall.

The classroom was empty except for Amy and her teacher. The other students had not yet returned from lunch.

“Did you have any luck out there?” Misses Johnson asked.

“No ma’am. I’m sorry,” Amy said with a slight grimace.

She sat down at the center table and began pulling out the items to her lunch.

“That’s okay, Amy. You’ve worked hard all year,” her teacher said.

Amy nodded as she chewed a bite of a turkey sandwich Luke made her this morning.

“I’m pretty sure we have more ads this year than any in the past,” Misses Johnson continued. “You’ve done excellent work.”

Amy swallowed before speaking, “Thank you. I’ve really enjoyed doing it.” She took another mouthful and swallowed before she continued, “I like going around and talking to people and getting the ads from their companies.”

Her teacher smiled. “You definitely have a way of talking to people. Maybe you can write a how-to guide for the staff next year.”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all,” Amy said cheerfully.

Misses Johnson chuckled. “I was joking. You don’t have to do that.”

Amy finished a nibble of a granny smith apple. She grinned with sealed lips as she chewed. “I really wouldn’t mind. If you think it would help, I can definitely do it for you.”

“Alright, well no rush on it,” her teacher said with a smile. “If you want to, it will be greatly appreciated.”

Amy nodded and returned the smile. “No problem at all.”

She finished up her lunch as the rest of the students returned to the room. They took their seats at various computers and some around the table.

Amy returned to her seat. As she stood up, a fresh leak of her brothers semen soaked into her panties. She grinned to herself as she sat down and it smeared into her skin. She hoped she had covered up the smell on her body and other students wouldn’t notice. She made a mental note to not walk too close to Kristy later in the day.

The rest of the school day passed typically. She attended art history and physics with her best friend at her side the entire time. Amy excused herself to the restroom during one class to spritz herself with fresh body spray.

Finally, the final bell rang at two-thirty. Amy said bye to her friend at the doors before she rushed to the next street over where Luke was. He parked there to avoid the mad rush of teenage drivers peeling out of the parking lot.

Her brother was waiting for her, leaning against the car door. Amy smiled upon seeing him and began running.

Luke loved seeing her gleeful expression as she hurried to him. He also enjoyed the view of her swaying breasts and hips.

Amy wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she could. Luke returned the embrace, holding her to him for a few moments.

“I love you,” he said. His hands gently stroked her back.

“I love you too,” Amy replied with a happy sigh, breathing in his scent.

They broke off the embrace before lingering for too long. Luke opened the door for her and she slid inside. He went to the driver’s side and took her hand in his immediately after igniting the engine.

He zigzagged through the neighborhood to get back to the main road.

“How was the rest of the day?” Luke asked with a wicked grin.

Amy bit her lip for a moment and looked over to him.

“Perfect,” she said. Her eyes sparkled.

Luke smirked and glanced over at his sister. “Why was it perfect?”

“Because,” Amy paused and squeezed his hand, “your cum has been slowly oozing out of me and staining my panties.”

Luke chewed his lip and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb as he listened.

She continued, “It was a constant reminder of how naughty we are. Not to mention, you know how much I like to be messy.”

He glanced over and they shared a salacious grin.

“You’re right, I do know that,” he commented. “I’m glad I could make your day perfect.”

“Ever since you’ve been home, you’ve made my days perfect,” she added, and then kissed his cheek.

Luke gently pressed the brake and rolled to a stop at a stop light.

“What did you tell Mom you were doing while you were gone?” Amy asked.

“Well, I picked up dry cleaning before coming to see you. Then, after, I went to a sports store and picked up some Cubs shirts for Timothy and Hunter.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet,” she cooed and smiled wide.

Luke accelerated from the light. “I try.”

His sister brought his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of his hand while she listened.

“Then, I stopped at the coffee shop and picked up a hazelnut latte for Mom and told her I was there most of the time.”

She settled their arms back on the console, and then intertwined their fingers together.

“She must have believed me because her coffee was hot and she didn’t ask any other questions,” he added.

Luke drove them the rest of the way home. Amy leaned over and dropped a kiss on his lips at every light and stop sign until they reached their street.

Once the siblings arrived home, Amy went upstairs to take a quick shower. She felt uneasy keeping on cum soiled panties while she babysat. She blow dried her hair, and then ran the flat iron through it.

She slipped a pair of snug jeans over a pair of lavender silk bikini panties. She put on a pink and white striped button down on after the same white bra from earlier in the day.

“Can’t match my lingerie all of the time,” she said quietly with a shrug as she dressed herself.

Amy threw on a pink and gray argyle sweater over her shirt. She untucked the collar from the neck of the sweater.

She went to her laptop and found her Degas paper for art history. Editing it would give her brother some entertainment during homework time at the neighbor’s house.

“I’m printing a paper, Mom,” she hollered through the walls to her mother’s office.

“Okay,” Kathryn bellowed back.

Amy hit print, and then put socks and sneakers on. She found her sketch book and a few charcoal pencils from the cubbyhole in her desk. She stuffed the items into her backpack.

She stopped in the bathroom to clean her glasses. After slipping them back on her face, she continued through to the room next door.

“How was your day?” Amy asked, picking up the papers from the printer.

“Oh you know, exciting as always,” her mother replied with a smile. “How about yours, sweetheart?”

“Well, Derek actually had a conversation with me today,” Amy said as she stapled the small mass of paper together.

Kathryn turned her head from the computer with a shocked look on her face. “He did?”

Amy nodded. Her casual tone continued, “He said he was sorry for everything that happened and I forgave him.”

“You did?” her mother gasped. “You’re not getting back together with him, are you?”

“Oh god, no!” Amy laughed. “I’m just over it. He said he was sorry and that was nice. So, I let him off easy.”

“I would have made him grovel at my feet for days on end before I ever thought about forgiving him,” Kathryn commented vindictively.

Her daughter shrugged. “I’m over him. He got enough of my tears and sleep.”

“He never deserved you. You can do a million times better.”

Amy smiled. “Thanks Mom.” She gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then straightened her back. “Luke and I are going to go pick up Timothy and Hunter. David said he might not be back till quite late tonight. Hopefully it be won’t terribly late.”

“Have fun sweetheart,” Kathryn said with a smile, and then returned to work.

Amy left the room, and then went down the stairs. She grinned seeing her brother wrapping the boys’ gifts and doing a terrible job.

“Need some help with that?” she asked with a chuckle as she approached the sofa.

“Please,” Luke said with playful puppy eyes.

Amy ruffled his hair, and then knelt down in front of the coffee table. She took off the rumpled wrapping from one of the folded shirts, and then cut two pieces of blue wrapping paper.

She glanced over her shoulder to her brother, and then back down at the shirts. The t-shirts were blue with a worn, vintage Cubbie bear logo.

“You bought yourself the same shirt,” Amy commented with a bright smile.

“I did,” her brother said, returning the smile.

“They are going to love that,” she said as she went back to wrapping.

She quickly folded the edges perfectly around the items, and then used a minimal amount of tape.

“How do you do that so easily?” he questioned her with slight astonishment in his voice.

Amy grinned. She pulled on the white ribbon and cut two identical lengths as she answered, “It comes easy when you’re a perfectionist.”

She wrapped the ribbon around the first gift, crossed it over, and then tied and elaborate bow.

“Is there anything you aren’t good at?” her brother asked.

Amy decorated the second present in the same manner. “If there is, I haven’t found it yet,” she chuckled.

Luke shook his head with a smirk on his lips.

“I’m just kidding. I know that I’m not perfect at everything.” She got back up to her feet.

Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto his lap. His sister held back a giggle.

He whispered in her ear, “You’re perfect at kissing.”

Her brother turned her face with his hand and softly kissed her lips. They gently traded tongues for a few short moments. Both of their hearts pounded from the fear of getting caught. Amy slid out of his lap with a naughty grin painted on her lips before too many seconds passed.

“Are you ready to go get the boys?” Amy asked. She ran her fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to make them wait.”

Luke softly squeezed her hip. “Of course not, let’s get going,” he said as he lifted himself off of the sofa.

They both put on their jackets. He gathered the immaculately wrapped gifts while Amy put her bag over her shoulder.

“Bye Mom,” the siblings said in unison before walking out the front door. They stopped to pet the family dog on the way out.

“Bye guys,” Kathryn hollered back.

They went down the few steps from the stoop to the sidewalk.

“Did you leave your glove at their house last night?” Amy asked as they headed to the car. “I didn’t see it in my room when I was packing up.”

“Yes,” Luke replied, and then opened the passenger side door for his sister.

She slid in, and then dropped her book bag on the floorboard. He handed her the gifts and Amy held them in her lap. They both buckled up and he started up the engine.

Amy took his hand the moment he began driving.

Luke drove the car to the same elementary he and his sister had attended. He took the side roads and stopped at several stop signs along the way.

“You know what?” Amy asked cheerfully.

“What?” Luke asked right back.

“Ich liebe dich,” she said, and then dropped a gently kiss on his cheek. “Did I say it correctly?” she asked, making sure she used the proper German pronunciation of the words to say, “I love you.”

“I like how that sounds,” she commented. She said the words softly to herself several times, mimicking his pronunciation and accent as she committed it to memory. “You sound so sexy speaking German.”

He blushed lightly. “Danke. Ich liebe meine Schwester.”

She smiled even wider. “That means, ‘I love my sister’?”

“Ja,” he replied with a grin.

His sister continued to hold the bright smile painted on her lips. “How do you say, ‘I love you more than anything’?”

“Ich liebe dich vor allem,” Luke replied in a German accent.

He looked over at her at the stop sign, she had her eyes closed and her lips were moving, learning the new phrase. He interrupted her and kissed her lips.

Amy giggled when he pulled away. She bit her lip for a moment, thinking of what to ask next.

She broke the silence after a few seconds. “How do you say, ‘I love how you feel inside me’?”

Luke chuckled, but quickly replied, “Ich liebe wie in mich passt.”

Amy shivered. She took a moment to repeat the words to herself before asking another question. “How about, ‘May I suck your cock’?”

Luke shook his head with a grin, knowing she would be using these lines at a more intimate time. “Darf ich dir einen blasen.”

She said the words out loud a few times. Luke’s grin got bigger each time.

“You better stop this. I’m going to start getting hard if you keep this up,” he said. “And we are almost to the school.”

Amy giggled. “Just one more. We will continue our lessons another day.”

Her brother nodded for her to go ahead.

“Okay, I have the perfect one,” she paused for a moment. “Tell me how to say, ‘Your baby sister is your personal piece of fuck flesh’.”

Luke shook his head again with his lips curled into a smirk. It took him a moment to think of that one.

“You don’t know it?” Amy asked.

“Well, it’s not something I say hear every day, give me a second to figure it out,” he protested with a chuckle.

His sister laughed.

He returned to his German accent as he spoke, “Dein Schwesterchen ist dein eigenes Fickfleischstück.”

Amy nibbled her lip. She said the phrase quietly until he arrived at the final stop sign before the school.

His sister turned his face to hers, and then leaned in, speaking against his lips, “Dein Schwesterchen ist dein eigenes Fickfleischstück,” she said, and then kissed him.

Luke moaned into her mouth upon hearing her words. They lightly tasted each other’s tongues before their lips parted.

“You’re so fucking bad,” he commented. He pecked her one more time, and then returned to driving.

“You love it,” she replied with a devilish grin.

“Damn right I do,” he said.

Shortly after, they arrived in the school parking lot. The siblings got out of the car and waited a couple of minutes for the young boys to meet them.

Timothy and Hunter were identical twin seven-year-old boys. Their hair was black like their mother’s and eyes were hazel like their father’s. The only physical difference between them was the freckle on Hunter’s left cheek. Both boys rushed up to meet Amy and Luke.

Luke held the gifts behind his back until they arrived.

Amy squatted down to hug both boys at once. “Luke has something for you guys,” she said playfully as she let them go.

“He does?” they beamed in unison.

Luke nodded, and then held out both presents. The boys’ faces lit up with anticipation. Luke smiled as he traded hands back and forth, switching the gifts in front of them. They jumped up and down with bright happy smiles on their faces as he toyed with them.

He stopped with his elbows crossed over and the kids took the gifts from him.

Amy smiled softly as they rushed to open their presents.

“Wow!” Hunter exclaimed.

“This is awesome!” Timothy wailed right after.

Amy took the wrapping paper from them and wadded it up. Luke smiled wide at their reactions. He squatted down to receive grateful hugs.

“Thank you!” they screamed in unison as they hugged him.

Luke kept his smile as they let go. “Check this out,” he said, and then unzipped his jacket to show them he had the same Cubs shirt.

“No way!” Timothy cried out with glee.

“This is too cool!” Hunter added.

Luke stood back up. “So you like them?” he asked rhetorically as he frazzled both of their heads of hair.

“Yes!” they screamed together.

Amy smiled to her brother. She loved seeing him with the young boys and the excitement he brought to their days.

Everyone piled into the car and buckled up. Luke drove them home.

Amy almost held his hand out of habit and her desire to always be touching him. She stopped herself and nudged his arm out of the way to get a napkin from the console to cover for her mistake. She wiped her nose with the napkin and blew into a few times.

The twins told Amy and Luke all about their days at school until they arrived at the house.

When they got home, Amy quickly cut the tags off of the shirts before the boys flew to their room to put them on.

Amy checked the fridge to make sure she had the ingredients to make the Davenport family recipe of sloppy joes for dinner that she knew the kids loved. Then, she texted their father to let him know everyone was home safely.

Luke took a seat on the black leather sofa in the front room and flipped on the television. The twins jumped onto the couch on either side of him.

“Will you play catch with us again today, Luke?” Hunter asked.

“Of course I will,” he replied.

“Not until everyone’s homework is done,” Amy bellowed from the kitchen as she cut up apple slices for the boys.

“She sounds like Mom,” Timothy pouted.

“I heard that young man,” Amy hollered in a playful growl.

The males shared a belly laugh on the sofa.

Amy shook her head with a smile on her face. She placed an equal amount of apple slices on two paper plates, and then put the plates on the kitchen table. She grabbed two juices boxes from the fridge and placed them on the table as well.

“Come on guys, your snack is ready,” Amy said from across the house. “The sooner you get your homework done, the sooner Luke can play with you.”

The twins begrudgingly pulled themselves off of the sofa. Hunter slid down off of the edge of the couch as slow as he could, and then purposely fell to the floor, making his brother laugh.

The children and Luke shared a laugh. Amy overheard and happily shook her head with a chuckle.

Both boys picked up their backpacks and went to the kitchen. They took their seats at the table. Amy made herself a glass of water, and then joined them. The twins wolfed down their apple slices.

“Luke, you have homework to do too,” Amy called.

“What? No I don’t,” Luke protested from the couch.

She chuckled, and then spoke loudly again, “You have my art history essay to edit. Thus, you have homework.”

Luke shook his head and laughed. He peeled himself from the sofa and turned off the television. Amy placed her essay in front of the chair next to her before he arrived. He sat down between his sister and Timothy. Amy handed him a red pen.

“What homework do you guys have today?” Amy asked the twins as she pulled out the necessities to do calculus homework.

“Everything!” Hunter exclaimed with a heavy sigh.

The Davenport siblings couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It can’t be that bad. Luke and I are here to help you with anything you need,” she said.

Everyone began their school work and Luke started editing his sister’s paper.

Luke and Amy shared quick glances and smiles when both boys’ heads were down, working diligently. They lightly traded back and forth, rubbing each other’s calves with their feet under the table on occasion.

Amy paused from her calculus homework to help Hunter with a few math problems. Luke watched with a gentle smile as she walked him through the problems without giving him the answer directly. He adored his sister in everything she did, but even more so in cases like this.

As Amy went back to her homework, she looked over at her brother and saw the adoring expression on his face. She pushed her glasses up on her nose, and then mouthed, “I love you,” while the twins’ heads were down.

“I love you too,” he silently said back.

Pencils continued to scratch on papers while everyone worked. Amy took another break when Timothy finished his math worksheet so she could check it over. Then, she did the same for his brother. They continued their homework with studying for a spelling test. The twins used a technique Amy had taught them long ago to learn the words. She smiled inwardly seeing them do so.

Luke continued editing her Degas essay, making just one or two notes with the pen on each page. Nintey-five percent of the errors were forgotten commas.

Amy punched numbers into her scientific calculator and scribbled her in her notebook as she worked through numerous calculus equations.

Her brother finished editing, and then handed the paper back to her. She thanked him before stuffing it into her bag. He gave her a wink, and then quizzed the boys for their spelling test. Amy smiled as she listened to Luke trading back and forth between the boys, asking them to spell words out loud.

She finished her calculus homework, and then checked the time on her phone. She replied to David’s text and asked him when they could expect him home before she got up from the table and started dinner. The boys saw all of the ingredients on the counters and cheered wildly.

Luke quickly quizzed the boys on their state capitals for geography to prepare for a quiz the next day, and then they all rose up from the table.

“Did you both finish all of your homework?” Amy asked as she browned ground beef in a large sauce pan.

“I did,” Hunter said.

“I did too,” Timothy said right after.

She turned to the boys and asked, “Do you promise?”

They both nodded avidly.

Amy smiled. “Alright, you better not be lying,” she said as she returned to cooking.

“We aren’t, I promise, Amy,” Timothy said.

“Alright then, you boys go have fun,” Amy said. “I’ll come get you when dinner is ready.”

Timothy and Hunter ran to their room to collect their gloves and Luke’s and a baseball.

Luke quickly kissed his sisters lips and they shared an intimate smile. He softly stroked her cheek, admiring her soft feminine features. Amy bit her lip as she looked into his eyes. She kissed him again, but her brother quickly stepped back when they heard the kids’ door close.

“Have fun,” Amy hollered as he hurried to the front door to meet the twins.

The guys put their jackets, and then went to the front lawn. They spread out in a triangle and tossed the baseball back and forth.

Amy finished preparing dinner. She set the temperature on medium-low, covered the pan, and then let it simmer. She returned to the table and began reading her art history text book and taking notes in a spiral notebook.

After she finished, she moved on to her physics homework. She read through a chapter and took notes along the way, like she always did. She got up occasionally to stir the sloppy joe mixture while she did the last of her homework for the evening.

The recipe didn’t call for an exact time for the simmering stage. It was done when she finished her homework. Amy packed all of her books and spirals away into her bag. Then, she set the table for dinner. She made herself and Luke glasses of water and milk for the boys.

When everything was set up for the meal, she went to the front door. She watched her brother and the twins playing together for a few moments before she opened the storm door.

“Dinner is ready, come inside and wash up,” Amy called, and then went back to the kitchen.

“Sloppy joe time!” the boys wailed as they ran inside and their feet pattered across the hardwood floor.

They hurried to the bathroom to wash their hands. Luke washed his in the kitchen.

“Smells good, Squirt,” Luke said as he lathered up his hands.

Amy was busy making sandwiches for the boys. She turned to him and smiled as she spoke, “Thank you. I hope it tastes as good as it smells.”

“I know it will,” Luke commented with a grin, and then dried his hands.

The boys ran back into the kitchen as fast as they could. They quickly took their seats at the table, excited beyond belief for dinner.

Amy brought their plates to the table, and Luke took over making the other two sandwiches. The twins both tucked napkins into their collars so they wouldn’t stain their new shirts.

Hunter kicked his heels in the air as he impatiently waited for Luke and Amy to sit down before he could eat. His brother giggled at him, but was at the same level of excitement.

Once everyone was seated, they all held hands and Luke lead them in grace. As Amy listened, she suddenly had a mental flash of her and Luke raising a family together. She knew it wasn’t possible because of their relationship, but she still silently enjoyed the thought.

“Amen,” the group said in unison.

Luke and Amy held hands for a moment longer after the boys ripped their hands away to eat.

Amy watched and giggled as the young boys took mouthfuls of food at the same time. They both made distinct approving noises as they chewed. Luke did the same soon after.

“Amy, you’re the best cook in the entire world!” Timothy exclaimed, and then filled his mouth with the biggest bite he could.

She smiled softly and said, “Thank you,” before she took her first bite.

“I wish you could cook for us every day,” Hunter added, covering his chewing mouth with his hand.

Luke smiled with a closed mouth as he ate.

Amy swallowed before she commented, “I don’t think your mom would like that very much. She likes cooking for you guys too.”

Timothy shook his head wildly. Amy watched him to make sure he didn’t choke before he swallowed properly.

“Mom is pretty good,” Timothy said. “But, you’re better.”

She chuckled. “Well, please don’t tell her that.” Amy took another bite. She was careful, leaning over her plate to avoid any messes.

The boys quickly asked for seconds and Amy made them fresh sandwiches. She returned to the table and they wolfed down their first bites upon arrival. While she was up, she went ahead and made another one for both her and Luke.

Typical conversation continued throughout the meal. The twins told the Davenport siblings about their friends at school, the huge spider their dad killed in the bathroom in this morning, and the girl in their class that keeps trying to kiss them on the playground.

When dinner wound down, Luke took care of dishes while Amy drew a bath for Timothy. He hopped in the tub, and then Amy returned to the kitchen to put the leftovers away.

Luke and Amy joined Hunter in the front room once everything was cleaned up. Luke turned on a Bulls game as the three settled into the sofa.

She pulled her sketch book out of her bag, along with a charcoal pencil. She flipped through the pages slowly, looking over what she had done in the past.

Luke glanced over and pointed to a few he really liked, one being a powerful tiger. The focus of the drawing was the tiger’s face as he leapt down from a perch. His body was stretched across the page and his front claws appeared to be digging into the paper.

Amy made a very small dash in the corner of the ones he favored so she could tear them out and give them to him before he left.

Timothy returned from his bath with his pajamas stuck to his body. Amy giggled, knowing he dried himself for probably half a second before throwing his clothes on.

After a few minutes, she returned to the bathroom, and then drew another bath for his brother. Hunter took his turn in the tub.

Amy returned to the front room and took her seat next to her brother. She was squished between him and the arm of the couch. She didn’t mind though, they were as close as they had been all evening. They had moved over to make room for Hunter when he returned.

Luke took several deep breaths, filling his lungs with his sister’s scent as he watched the basketball game.

She found a blank page in her sketchbook. She thought for a moment about what to draw, and then glanced down and saw Luke’s hands softly folded in his lap. She smiled to herself, and began drawing them. He noticed shortly after, and made sure to keep his hands as still as possible.

Amy carefully drew the outlines of the figure with soft strokes. Then, she added in the lines on the length of his fingers and the bumps of his knuckles. Slowly, the image became more prominent.

Hunter returned from his bath after a lengthy amount of time. He always played in the tub, which was why he went second, so he wouldn’t have to worry about making his brother wait. He was much drier beneath his pajamas, but his clothes still clung to various parts of his body.

Hunter came up to the side of the sofa Amy was on and leaned over, watching her sketch.

“What are you drawing?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“Luke’s hands,” she replied softly, not looking up from what she was doing.

“Why?” he asked curiously.

“Because hands are very beautiful,” Amy answered. She used the pad of her index finger to smudge a shaded area.

Luke smiled.

“Why?” Hunter asked again, leaning over further on the tip of his toes to watch closer.

“There are a lot reasons,” she replied, and then picked up the pencil again. “There are a lot of ways they move. Everyone’s hands are different,” she was going to say more but he interrupted.

She continued her examination, “The shapes of your nails are just slightly different. Also, look closely at the knuckles in the middle of your fingers, the lines make different shapes. It’s not a big difference but it’s there.”

The twins smiled.

Amy leaned down and kissed the back of both of their hands, and then let them go. “As I said, everyone’s hands a different.”

“You know everything, Amy,” Hunter said, and then took his seat at the end of the sofa, next to his brother.

She chuckled and Luke grinned.

“I don’t know everything, a lot of things, but not everything,” she said as she went back to sketching. “There is always more to learn.”

The males watched the basketball game while Amy finished drawing her brother’s hands with genuine care to get every line and shadow perfectly.

The boys cheered when the Bulls scored, but Luke kept his hands as still as he could, though a few times he lifted them a bit before remembering he was the subject of her work. He enjoyed that thought, being her muse in more ways than one.

When she finished, it was bedtime for the boys a few minutes later. She rounded them up without any problems. They always went to bed for her. The twins gave Luke another hug and both thanked him one last time for their presents.

Amy held their hands on the way to their room. Luke followed a moment later to watch his maternal sister. She tucked them in, and then kissed their foreheads before she turned off the light.

“Will you sing us the tomorrow song?” Timothy asked just as her hand flipped the light switch.

“Please, Amy,” Hunter chimed in.

Amy smiled, and then returned to their bedsides. “Of course I will.”

Luke smiled outside the door and leaned against the frame. He wanted to hear her sing as much as they did.

She knelt down between the two beds, and then looked back and forth between them.

All of the males listened intently. Luke’s love grew even deeper and his heart fluttered.

She stroked the boys’ cheeks as she continued singing, “When I’m stuck with a day, that’s gray and lonely, I just stick out my chin, and grin, and say,” she drew out the last word in perfect pitch. “The sun’ll come out tomorrow. So you gotta hang on till tomorrow. Come what may. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love ya, tomorrow. You’re always a day, away.”

“Thank you, Amy,” both boys said right after the other.

Luke stepped back from the door a few paces.

“Anytime,” she said before getting up from her knees. She stood up, and then kissed both their foreheads. “Now, get to sleep little ones. Don’t get me in trouble.”

“We won’t,” they replied in eager unison.

“Sweet dreams,” Amy said as she stepped out of the room. She gently closed the door behind her, and then noticed her brother with a giant smile on his lips.

“What are you so happy about?” she asked him as they returned to the living room.

“You get more beautiful every day,” Luke whispered, and then kissed her temple. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you do. It’s astounding.”

His sister played coy and blushed, shying away into her shoulder. “You’re too sweet.”

“It’s true.”

The siblings returned to the sofa. Amy took her shoes off, and then laid her head in his lap. Luke gently ran his fingers through her hair and they watched the Bulls game. She held his other hand against her hip. She closed her eyes several times, enjoying the tingles than ran through her body from such a loving act.

Almost a half an hour later, Amy went to the restroom. On the way back, she checked on the boys to make sure they were asleep. Both were sleeping soundly. She softly closed the door and a wicked grin curled on her lips.

She sat down next to her brother. His eyes were fixed on the television. Amy placed her fingers on his jaw, and then turned his face to hers. She kissed him softly, tenderly slipping her tongue into his mouth and taking his in hers. Their tongues twirled together for several moments, tasting each other’s mouth from every angle they could reach.

Her hand drifted down to his lap, and found his package. His member quickly began swelling with her touch.

“I thought you were a good babysitter who didn’t play tonsil hockey,” Luke teasingly whispered against her lips.

“I think it’s only fair I be naughty every once in a while,” she replied softly.

She pulled away, and then reached behind her. She placed a fleece throw blanket over their laps.

“But, you’re going to have to be extremely quiet,” she whispered, and then began undoing his fly.

She gently pulled his growing erection from his jeans, hidden beneath the blanket. She lightly trailed her finger up and down his twitching length.

“Amy, are you sure about this?” Luke asked.

“As long as you can be quiet,” she replied.

He nodded, and then rested his head back against the sofa. Amy settled her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She curled her body into his and draped her leg over his thigh.

She circled the sensitive head of his cock with the pads of her fingers. Then, she softly rubbed against the ridge beneath his helm. She slowly teased him, drawing her finger along his length, in straight lines and zigzags.

Luke mashed his molars together and sealed his lips tight. His hand settled on her thigh and caressed her gently.

She moved her hand down as she listened to his breathing. She tickled his flesh through his pubic hair, against the base of his shaft. Then, slowly, her hand crept down to his fuzzy sac. She took it in her hand and massaged his balls tenderly. Her thumb rubbed against his shaft, causing his erection to wave back and forth against the blanket.

Luke held back a moan and it resonated inside of his chest. Amy smiled. Her nipples swelled and womanhood grew warm from pleasing him and the naughty situation.

She tugged lightly on his balls before pulling her hand out to spit into it. She did so as quietly as she could, and then her flat palm met his hard flesh. She smeared her saliva into his skin, moving her hand up and down and making small circles.

When her fingers closed around his aching cock, he clenched her thigh to help fight back his moan. Amy grinned and nuzzled into his neck.

His sister softly stroked him, pulling his organ tenderly. She closed her fist a tad harder as she came up around his head, and then loosened as she came back down. Her hand calmly grazed up and down his tool.

“Does this feel good?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he groaned softly.

“I’m glad,” she said.

Amy lightly worked her wrist in with her strokes, causing him to feel slightly different sensations with each motion. She squeezed tighter at random times, and then loosened up. She loved hearing his heavy breath coming from his flaring nostrils. She could hear is muffled grunts and groans that were unable to escape his lips.

His hand drifted up and found the heat radiating from her pussy through the crotch of her jeans. He cupped her hidden sex and ground the heel of his hand against her clit. Amy bit down on her lip to keep quiet as she whimpered.

She pulled her hand away to quietly spit, and then promptly closed her hand around his cockhead. He was oozing precum and she smeared it with her spit in her palm. Her fingertips teased his frenulum.

Luke popped the button of her jeans undone, and then pulled down the zipper. He slipped his hand inside of her silk panties and found her sticky folds. He softly ran his hand up and down her smooth, shaved mound.

“This is so bad,” his sister whispered out a moan.

“You started it,” he muttered in a husky tone.

Amy buried her mouth against his clammy neck to muffle herself even more as his fingers spread her lips apart and dragged through her wetness. He teased her clit back and forth beneath his fingertips, making her legs tic with every movement.

She continued the sensuous massage of his bulbous head until she felt his fingers push inside of her slippery cunt. She moved her hand down his shaft and stroked him with the same gentle pace that his fingers pumped into her hole with. When he had his digits buried inside of her, her hand was tight around the base of his tool. As he pulled out, she brought her hand up to his cockhead.

Amy softly moaned into his sticky neck and fought herself to keep from biting his flesh. Luke kept his teeth clenched together and lips sealed tight. Amy could hear him groaning inside of his throat. She loved the sound, but tried to focus beyond it, listening for footsteps coming from the hall in case one of the twins woke up.

They continued their unison hand fuck on each other until she got close to orgasm.

“Move to my clit,” she panted into his ear. “I don’t want to risk squirting in my jeans and soaking them from you fingering me.”

“I thought you said you could control it,” her brother whispered.

“I can, but it’s easier to control from clitoral stimulation,” she said, and then buried her face back into his neck.

Luke obeyed her wish and his fingers returned to her engorged nub. He lashed her with his fingers, wildly rubbing her erect flesh. His sister’s body quivered against his and she whimpered with pleasure into his neck from behind her closed lips. Her hand stroked him with firm pressure and moved even faster than before.

His toes clenched inside of his shoes as she milked him with her hand. She knew exactly when and how to squeeze his cock to give him maximum pleasure. His body was growing hotter by the second. His clothes sticking were to him.

Amy felt his undeniable throbs against her hand. She quickly shifted on the sofa. His fingers never left her clitoris as she moved. She got up on her knees and bent over. The blanket fell and settled on his knees.

She wrapped her plump lips around his mushroom head and suckled his flesh. Her hand pumped beneath her mouth, desperate to pull his seed from his body.

The sensations on her clitoris became too much and her body started bucking uncontrollably. Her flesh was on already on fire, and was overtaken with stronger waves of heat as she started cumming. Her fluids rushed into her panties, soaking them. Her moans of ecstasy were muffled by the flesh between her lips.

Luke was a few moments behind her. As she rode the tide of orgasmic bliss, his body gave in. His erection throbbed in her hand and his head flared in her mouth. He coated her mouth with volleys of his hot seed. He covered his mouth to silence his growls as he came.

Amy pulled her mouth off, keeping her lips pressed against his flesh as she came up. She was careful not to drip any of his spunk from her mouth. She sat up on her knees and his hand came out her of panties.

Her brother grinned, admiring the view of her open jeans and shirt pushed up above her belly button.

She opened up her mouth to show him his pearly load coating her tongue. She closed her lips, and then swallowed with a big gulp. She stuck out her tongue and lifted it to show him it was all gone. Luke sucked her fluids off of his fingers as he watched her little show.

Amy leaned over and kissed his lips before she got up from the sofa. She zipped up her jeans. He carefully tucked his organ away, and then zipped up.

She went to the kitchen and found some air freshener in the pantry. When she returned to the living room, she gave the air a few quick, apple cinnamon scented spritzes to cover up the aroma of her arousal. She gave the blanket a spray as well.

Luke went to the restroom to wash his hands. He returned to the front room to find Amy chugging a diet pop.

“I thought you liked it when my taste lingered in your mouth,” he said as he plopped down on the sofa next to her.

“I do, I love it,” she said, wiping her mouth. “But, I don’t want David to smell it.”

Her brother grinned, and then kissed her soft lips.

She settled her head back in his lap. He stroked her hair and they watched television until the twin’s father returned home.

Amy heard the storm door’s creak as it was opened. She quickly sat up on the sofa. The front door opened a moment later.

David came inside, dressed in a suit. His hazel eyes showed his exhaustion and his light brown hair was slightly messy.

“Hey guys,” David said as he closed the door behind him. “How were the boys?”

“Perfect as always,” Amy replied with a bright smile.

David dropped his briefcase by the door, and then took off his coat. His shoulders were hunched over as he loosed his silver tie.

Luke turned off the television so they could talk.

The father approached the sofa, and then sat down with a satisfied groan of relaxation.

Amy continued, “They did all of their homework, Luke played catch with them, we had sloppy joes for dinner, and they went to bed perfectly on time.”

“Great,” David said. A few seconds later, his tired mind realized what she had said they had for dinner. “Sloppy joes? The famous Davenport family recipe?”

Both of the siblings nodded. Amy smiled softly.

“Please tell me there are leftovers!” David said enthusiastically.

“Tons of them,” Amy answered. “You could feed an army with that meal. Do you want me to make you plate?”

David shook his head. “No, I can do that in a bit. Thank you, though.”

“Sure,” Amy said.

“You guys must be as tired as I am,” he commented, and then pulled out his wallet.

“I think you have us beat. Timothy and Hunter were angels,” Amy said.

David handed her a small stack of cash, paying her for two nights of work.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I bought the kids both a Cubs shirt,” Luke said.

Amy slipped her sneakers back on.

“Not at all. I bet they loved it,” David said. He rested back into the sofa. “You guys are too great. Thanks guys.”

“No problem,” the siblings replied in unison, and then rose up from the couch.

“Are you sure I can’t make you a plate? I really don’t mind.” Amy picked up Luke’s worn glove from the coffee table, and then handed it to him.

They put on their jackets, preparing to leave.

“Positive. You guys go home and get some sleep. Thanks again.” David smiled.

“Anytime. See you next time.” Amy picked up her backpack and tossed it over one shoulder. “Have a good night, David.”

The siblings waved bye to him before heading out the door. They went down the steps. Amy took his hand as they walked down the side walk.

They approached their house. The light in the front room was off. Amy pulled her phone from her pocket, checking the time to make sure their parents were asleep. She put it away and continued holding his hand as they went inside.

Penny started barking when she heard them come in. Amy pushed her brother towards their parents’ room to take on the duties of hushing the dog tonight.

After she dropped her backpack by the sofa, she flew up the stairs to her room.

She quickly looked over her lingerie items and plucked one from the drawer. She hurried into her bathroom to change so he wouldn’t see her when he came in.

Luke arrived in the bedroom a few moments later. He locked the door, and then peeled his clothes off while she was gone. After putting his clothes in the hamper, he laid down on top of the pink and white checkered bedspread wearing only a pair of green and white plaid boxers.

His head turned to the bathroom door when he heard the door open.

He admired his sister’s body in a sheer pink babydoll. The flimsy material strained to contain her large breasts and her hard nipples were completely visible through the fabric. He could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Amy left the light on in the bathroom. She slowly stepped across the room. She smiled softly as she seductively swayed her hips with every stride. She adored the lustful expression on her brother’s face.

His mouth went dry, watching the elaborate lacework along the hem dance against her creamy thighs and her bosom bounce with every step.

Her brother’s eyes returned to hers. They held a smoldering, unwavering gaze during her last steps towards the bed.

She gently lifted herself onto the bed, and then settled on top of him. Her knees rested against his hips, and she sat up on his lap, straddling him. She continued to let him look her over.

She rested her hands behind her, on top of his thighs. Her brother ran his hands up her body, starting at her knees and over her thighs. The hem of the babydoll rose up with his hands, and then fluttered back down as he continued upwards.

Amy bit her lip as he felt every inch of her curves. She lightly rocked her hips on top of his, feeling him harden beneath his boxers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Luke said softly. His hands gently felt her breasts through her lingerie.

“Thank you.” His sister blushed and shied into her shoulder, still biting her lip.

“You look even better wearing this in person than in your picture,” he commented. His hands trailed down to her stomach, and then back up.

Amy giggled, “I’m glad you think so.”

“I know so.” He grinned.

She leaned down and met his lips with hers. Their mouth’s opened in unison and their tongues began to sing their own passionate symphony. Her hair cascaded down, shielding their faces from the rest of the world as they tasted each other’s mouths.

Luke’s hands found her bum. He nudged the garment up over her hips before filling his hands with her flesh.

She whimpered into his mouth as he breathed the air from her lungs. She nibbled his bottom lip, and then suckled it gently. She pulled back and giggled as she kissed him again.

Amy’s hips began rocking with more purpose as her cunt became slicker and juices started to soak into his cotton underwear. His hands groped her ass, pulling her onto him.

She broke off their kiss with several gentle pecks. She kissed along his jaw, through his five-o’clock shadow. Her lips trailed down his neck and shoulder. Her body slowly moved down his as her kisses went lower.

His sister stopped to kiss and suck both of his sensitive nipples before she continued down his body. She kissed every centimeter of his abdomen, and then along the waist band of his boxers.

Luke’s hand fond her hair and he gently pulled it up into a ponytail in his fist so he could see her face. He held her thick chestnut mane loosely in his fist.

Amy settled on her knees between his legs and her babydoll drifted up to her stomach as she stayed crouched over. She looked up at him over the rims of her glasses and her teeth closed around his waistband.

Luke grinned, watching her pull his boxers down with her mouth. She lifted her head and pulled his underwear over his member, unsheathing it. His erection stood proud and firm. Amy let go of his boxers, and then smiled wide.

Luke loved the hunger in her eyes as she admired his swollen organ.

She tugged his boxers down and he lifted his legs for her. Amy tossed them towards the hamper and his legs fell back on the bed on either side of her.

His sister wrapped her thumb and forefinger tightly around the base of his shaft. She kept her eyes up to his as her tongue met his veiny meat. Her tongue glided up and down and side to side, tasting his flesh that grew even more rigid from her grip.

Her brother groaned, “I love your tongue.”

She flicked her tongue all over his inflamed cockhead, and then against the ridge beneath it. The gentle licks turned into starving laps as she smeared her saliva onto his erection.

Amy kissed the slit in his flesh, and then recalled the phrase he taught her earlier, “Darf ich dir einen blasen?” Then, she kissed his head again.

Luke groaned, hearing her to ask to suck him in German. “Bitte,” he replied in his husky tone.

“Danke,” she said with a sweet smile.

He watched with rapt attention as her plump lips spread around his bulbous head. He moaned feeling her release the ring of her finger, and then quickly tighten again, sending fresh blood into his cock.

Amy suckled his flaring helm, swirling her tongue around it. The warmth of her mouth coated him.

She wiggled her tongue against the underside of his flesh, luring his length further into her mouth. She kept her eyes up, watching his face and seeing his mouth open. She listened to the groans openly escaping his lips as his erection slid into her tight throat. Her lips met her fingers and she released him from her grip.

“Jesus, fuck,” he grunted as her nose pushed into his pelvis. His fist clenched in her hair.

His sister moaned onto him, sending vibrations to the tips of his fingers and toes. She pushed her face even harder into his body and rocked on her knees, digging his manhood into her throat.

“You’re amazing,” he moaned between ragged breaths.

Amy pulled her mouth up, sucking as hard as she could along the way. Her lips came off with a pop and she lewdly spit up onto his flesh. Her spittle ran down her chin and his prick.

She dove back down, swallowing him in one fluid gulp. She mashed her pretty face into his pelvis and turned her head side to side, making her throat convulse and clench onto his rod. From all of her practice and addiction to giving head, she had learned how to suppress her gag reflex.

“You’re so fucking good, Amy,” he roared. His free hand clenched the comforter, pulling it up from the mattress.

His sister reared up, stopping halfway up his length. “Thank you,” she mumbled with his dick in her mouth, her drool seeped passed her lips and ran down his flesh. Then, she swallowed him again.

He admired her sunken in cheeks as she expertly suctioned him. Her ocean blue eyes never left his as her head bobbed in his lap. His shaft glistened in the light that came up from the bathroom as she pulled up. He could see her saliva stained lips sliding along his pole.

Amy wiggled her ass in the air behind her, hearing his groans of praise. She moaned back onto him. She loved giving almost more than he enjoyed receiving it. She rocked on her knees, making love to him with her mouth and throat.

She pulled up and his cock fell out of her mouth. Amy gasped as she spit onto him. She wiped her mouth, and then wrapped her hand around his slick rod.

“Do you want to be inside of your baby sister’s cunt?” she asked with a grin.

“Oh god yes,” he panted. He let go of her hair and it fluttered down over her shoulders.

Amy let go of his erection. She kissed it one last time, and then mounted him. She sat up on her knees, and then pulled her babydoll up and off. She tossed it to the air mattress on the floor.

Amy smiled gave her brother a moment to admire her nakedness. She grinned while his eyes became wide as saucers.

His sister held his dick in her hand and gently humped her pussy against it.

Luke groaned, feeling her heat radiating onto his flesh and her juices smearing onto him. Amy whimpered, massaging her clitoris with his organ.

She lifted up and positioned her hole just above the head of his cock. She looked deeply into her brother’s loving, lust glazed eyes as she lowered her hot, slick cunt onto his throbbing member.

It all started with a motorcycle ride, that is, the end result was caused by the ride.

Before going into the details of the ride I will give a brief history of the relationship my older sister and I had.

First, she is actually my step sister, my mom married her dad when we were both younger, there was a 2 year age gap between us, she being the older of us.

A little about the beauty that became my sister, she is tall, 5’9″, long dark brown hair, beautiful light brown eyes, somewhat on the slim side with a beautifully developed tight ass. So, yes as a teen-aged boy seeing her made my fantasies fly.

The first few months of our new found kinship was somewhat turbulent, both of us being used to being an only child of a single parent. She, Kathleen, I always called her Kat, was closing in on adulthood and was not overly fond of having a punk little brother around. Unfortunately she was given the task of showing me around and introducing me to her friends, Mom and I moved from Arizona to her Dad’s house in California and I was well out of my comfort zone.

Kat let me meet her friends, but being 2 years younger than most of them, I was not exactly welcomed to hang. So I would go off to the park or down by the lake often, to stay out of their way.

The lake was a favorite hangout for Kath and her friends, most times they would be out swimming or sunning on the shore, this was my first visual of her beauty, Kat loved to tan, and she usually would be wearing a bikini to get the most exposure from the sun. This is when my first exposure to the joyous site of a woman’s body happened. Kat was on her stomach tanning when I wandered near, god what a site, her magnificent, barely covered ass was the only focus I had. She glanced up at me and asked if I was ok, I could only mumble something about being a bit bored.

Kat rolled over and sat up, turning her back to me she asked if I would put some lotion on her back, I all but jumped on her trying to get down to grab the lotion.

So, that is the back story, I spent my early teen years in a constant state of lust for Kath, with many a night time fantasy devoted to thoughts of her.

Fast forward a few years, our parents divorced, we were both in our 20′s by this time. We had actually become closer by this time, and had a pretty good friendship going, I had moved back to my home state of Arizona, Kat and I would call each other every week or so just to catch up on our lives. During one of these calls she informed me that she was thinking of moving to Arizona soon, she asked me to help her find a place to live. I was more than happy to help, I started checking apartment in the area, I finally found a small house about 20 miles from town that she was interested in, she hates apartment living, to many nosey neighbors she always said.

Kat tells me she is planning on moving within two weeks, so I went to the realtor and put down a deposit for her and covered the first month of rent, then started getting the place ready for her. I was bartending at a small neighborhood bar during this time, so my days were pretty open for getting the little house cleaned up for her.

Kat called me one Friday and said she was driving from California to head out to the new house, she would hopefully be in town by late Saturday night, I gave her the number and address to the bar I worked at in case she got in town before I got off work. I got a call from her around midnight Saturday, she said she found the house without problem, loved the work I had done on it for her, but she was pretty tired from the drive and was going to just go to sleep.

I arranged to take a few days off from work and told her I would stop by in the morning to help unload her car.

I got up around 10am on Sunday, got on my little Honda 350 and headed to her place. When I pulled up the drive she was just kind of staring at me, as I got close enough for her to recognize she smile big and ran toward me. “Damn little brother, when did you become a biker?” she asked. I explained that living in Arizona was great bike weather, and made for a much easier commute. I parked my bike and we gave each other a big hug then started unloading her car. “Not much stuff,” I commented.

“No,” she said, “I decided to travel light and get new stuff, didn’t really want the old furniture.”

I told her I would help her get new stuff when she was ready. The place I had found for her did have a couch and a couple chairs already there.

It only took about two hours to get all of her car unloaded, we sat on the small sofa and drank some iced tea and talked about our lives, she had recently broke up with her long time boyfriend, he had made some moves on a friend of hers and when word got back to Kath she broke off the relationship and decided to move. I told her that being a bartender and the late hours I worked didn’t exactly blend well with dating, so I stayed single and dated now and then. We sat and talked for about an hour, then she asked if I would take her for a ride on my bike, saying “I have never been on a motorcycle before.”

I stood up, reached for her hand and off we went to take a little ride. At the bike I cautioned her the rules of the passenger on a motorcycle, explaining the need to hold on to me and lean as I lean to avoid any over balance and accidental tip over. I got on and started the bike, handed her a helmet and reached for her hand to help her climb on. As I put the bike into gear and we started moving I felt her arms doing a death grip around me, after a couple miles her grip relaxed and she started to enjoy the freedom associated with being on a bike, her beautiful brown hair flying in the wind. The turns still made her uneasy, and she would always tightened her hold as we would lean in to the turn, but she was getting good at the leans. After about 15 miles we pulled into a small store for some soda, when she removed her helmet and shook out her hair her smile was as bright as the sky. “God I love the feeling,” she said.

“I can tell,” I said. “you look like you just had the best sex of your life.”

“Ya, I am still tingling,” she said with a wink, then kissed my cheek, then turned and headed for the store, as I watched her walk all I could think of was what a fantastic ass that woman has.

We finished our sodas and got on the bike to head back to her place. About half way there I felt her scoot up a bit closer to me, I could feel her breasts pressing into my back and her hands came up and were more caressing my chest then holding on. A sensation that was very nice, as we rode her hands slid down and came to rest in my lap, she then started to rub on my dick thru my jeans, giving a light squeeze now and then. By the time we pulled into her driveway my dick was begging for release from the confines of my jeans.

Kat jumped off the bike, took off her helmet and headed toward the house, when she reached the door she turned and asked if I was just going to sit on the bike, or come in. I smiled and said I had to “unwind” a bit from the ride.

With a smirk she said, “a shower is the best for unwinding,” and headed in the door. A couple minutes later I climbed off my bike and headed inside, Kath handed me some iced tea and said she was going to take a quick shower and do a little unwinding of her own. I sat on the sofa, day dreaming of the ride, her actions and the absolute beauty of her. Needless to say, this was not helping the dick to relax, more so it was causing it to try to break thru the denim of my jeans.

After a few minutes, lost in my fantasy world I heard Kat calling my name, walking toward the bathroom door I asked what she wanted. “I forgot my shampoo in the other room,” she said, “would you please go grab it for me.”

I brought in the shampoo, reaching in behind the curtain to hand it to her, causing the curtain to open slightly giving me a first look at the beautiful ass I have fantasized about for so many years. As I stood there staring, she reached for the shampoo, the bottle slipped from her hand onto the shower floor, without thinking I reached for it and fell into the tub, this caused Kat to lose balance and fall on top of me, with our fast movements and trying to avoid getting hurt we somehow ended up with her ass on my face and the shower curtain on the floor. Kat started to giggle a bit, then as she turned to look at me, she noticed where my face was, at this point I have lost all control of my actions, the years of wanting to see her naked ass had my mind in over drive, and here I was with this beautiful woman who had been the vision of my youthful jerk-off sessions sitting on my face.

I reached my hands up to her hips and held her there as I began to tongue and lick her ass. Kat rose up a little, adjusting herself so that her pussy was now receiving my tongue, I continue my licking and sliding my tongue inside her sweet moistness. After just a few minutes she was moaning and pushing her pussy down on my tongue, I felt her body tense and heard a sigh just as her creamy cum filled my mouth, the sweetest flavor I have ever tasted. As Kat began to resume her normal breathing she looked at my face between her legs and said, “Bro, I have wanted that for so long, thank you.”

At this point, we stood up, I fixed the curtain, and removed my clothes to join Kat in the shower. As we washed each other’s bodies, neither of us speaking, only caressing, she looked up into my eyes, we kissed.

We exited the shower, toweling off, my clothes were soaked on the floor, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed out to the living room. Kat came out a bit later wearing a short robe and sat next to me on the sofa, leaned into my arms and said that she had something for me that I had always longed for and she made herself a promise to save it for me. With that she removed my towel and laid her head into my lap taking my dick into her mouth. It took less than 2 minutes for my dick to start shooting into her throat, she continued sucking me, making my dick hard once again, then she stood, dropped her robe to the ground turned and presented her gorgeous ass to me saying, “I know how much you have always loved my ass, I have saved it for you and only you.” With that she slowly sat down on my lap, guiding the head of my dick to her sweet virgin ass, I watched in amazement as the head of my dick disappeared into her tiny hole, she eased slowly, holding her breath as she lowered herself.

The tightness was incredible, when she had taken in about half of my meager size, she stopped, allowing her body to adjust to the invasion, I reached around her and began to run my fingers in her slit, she was still very wet, as I began to rub on her clit she started her decent once more, lowering herself down completely onto my lap, the feeling was incredible. I started to move my hips but she said, “no, this is my present to you little brother, sit still and enjoy.” With that she slowly lifted and lowered her beautiful ass on my dick, moaning with each downward thrust, I started to slip my fingers into her pussy and rub my thumb on her clit, as her next orgasm was building I could feel mine as well. When her orgasm hit, her ass tightened around my dick, causing me to shoot my seed deep inside her bowels.

We stayed in this position for a while, letting both of our bodies regain composure, Kat then rose from my lap, turned to face me, sat down once more and we kissed, deep long and passionate kissing. When we broke our kiss, she spoke first, “I love you,” she said, “Kat,” I said, “there is not a more beautiful woman in the world, I have loved you since our first meet 7 years ago.”

Kat and I now live together, we are very much in love and she still loves riding on the back of my bike, almost as much as she enjoys riding me.

It was amazing the sheer range of emotions simple words like those could evoke in me when they came from Kristin. Predominantly concern that she had yet another scheme to get us into trouble, but also a curiosity as to what it would be. It wasn’t like all her ideas turned out badly after all. Case in point, our current relationship had come about largely do to her having the nerve to initiate things I never would have. If she hadn’t started anything we never would have ended up having sex on a regular basis and, even though a lot of people would never understand, I wouldn’t reverse the clock on that for anything. Kristin was simultaneously the best thing in my life, and the most dangerous.

I turned to my sister who was sitting cross-legged and completely naked beside me after another of what were becoming regular midnight encounters. Being sneaky was unfortunately just a necessary part of our relationship.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” I said. “What have you been thinking?”

“You know how we’re going to be finishing high-school soon?” she asked.

“We still have a couple months to go, it’s not that soon.”

“Right, but after that we won’t be going back ever.”

I was getting a little confused at Kristin’s seeming concern for leaving school behind. If anything I would have expected her to be getting excited.

“You’re right, we won’t be going back. Assuming you show up to your exams,” I said.

“Hey, I’ve been doing better recently,” she said with a pout. “I’ve been going to all my classes and everything. I’m not going to get stuck there without you, that would just suck.”

Admittedly Kristin had been putting more effort in once I pointed out that if she had to repeat a grade I wouldn’t be there with her, and neither would any of her friends. If she thought school was Hell now, going back another year would be even worse.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” I said. “What were you going to say?”

“Well, I want to do something a little crazy, something that I wanted to do for a while but never had the chance.”

“And that is?”

“Have sex in a classroom. During school hours, not like breaking in at night or anything.”

“In a classroom,” I repeated slowly.

I briefly considered that Kristin might be joking, but I didn’t think she was. And really, it wasn’t like it would be the first time she’d been interested in doing something risky. The thing was I didn’t really know if I liked the idea.

“We’d have to be careful about how we do it of course,” she continued, as though reading my mind. “I know we can’t actually let anyone catch us. I’ve been working on a plan, I just need to sort out a few details.”

Some of my concern dissipated as I realized Kristin wasn’t talking about just finding an empty classroom and hoping for the best. I was going to need more convincing than that however.

“So, what’s this plan then?” I asked.

“So far what I’m thinking is getting a teacher to hand over their class when they have a free period,” she said. “If we lock the door and close the curtains and everything we should be perfectly safe for the better part of an hour.”

“Yeah, should be. What happens if this teacher decides to come back early, or someone else with keys decides they want in for whatever reason? And how are we going to convince a teacher to let us have the room to start with?”

“Well we’re going to need a lookout, I already thought of that. And I think it’s probably going to have to be Shannon since she already pretty much knows what we’ve been up to.”

“That… sort of makes sense I guess,” I said. “You think she’d do it?”

It wasn’t just a matter of whether Shannon would take the risk of getting caught with us, or the skipping class that this plan was probably going to require. There was also the issue of how she was going to feel about basically helping Kristin and me have sex. She’d certainly been supportive of our choice, or at least she hadn’t had any obvious problems with it, but up until now we’d been pretty discreet about it around her. This would be practically shoving it in her face.

“Not right away, but with a little persuasion I think she would,” Kristin said. “I know it might be kind of awkward in some ways, especially since you two almost… well, there was almost a thing between you.”

“Do you think it bothers her that I chose you?” I asked.

Shannon had encouraged the choice, but I still sometimes worried that she wasn’t quite as happy with it as she let on. Kristin probably had a better idea of that than I did.

“Maybe a little, but she never said anything,” Kristin said, biting her lip in thought. “I don’t think it’s that big a deal.”

“I hope you’re right,” I said.

Kristin traced a finger idly across my chest in the brief silence that followed, drawing invisible pictures on my skin.

“Just think what it would be like though,” she said eventually. “Right on the teacher’s desk if we wanted, in the middle of the day. It’d be awesome.”

“Or it could all end in tears,” I countered.

“You’re such a pessimist. You should focus on the upside, like getting to have sex with your sexy, amazing sister.”

“Well I can’t say I don’t enjoy that,” I said.

I grabbed Kristin’s wrist and pulled her on top of me, loving the feeling of her bare skin against mine. She giggled and kissed me before raising herself to her knees and straddling my waist.

“I’ll probably be really horny if we do this you know,” she said. “You’ll definitely have a good time.”

“Again, assuming that we can get access to a classroom,” I pointed out.

“As a last resort I’ve got a favour I can call in, if it comes down to that,” she said with a shrug.

I struggled for a moment with what she could possibly be referring to before giving up.

“Do I even want to know what that means?” I asked.

“It’s not a big deal, I just kept a secret for someone and if I need to I can remind them of it. It’s a little tacky, but it might be worth it.”

With Kristin on top of me and grinding ever so slightly I almost let it go at that. We really needed both clothes and at least four feet of separation for me to conduct a proper interrogation, my thoughts kept getting interrupted by how much I’d rather be fucking her again.

“Hang on, who exactly are we talking about?” I said.

“Miss Reid. We had her for English last year remember?”

“Yeah I remember.”

“Well I had to see her after class one day and she was late and her laptop was open….”

“And you snooped,” I finished.

“Yeah, I found some naughty things on there. You should have seen how embarrassed she was when she came in and found me looking through it.”

“Not that you had a lot of moral high-ground, you shouldn’t go through people’s stuff like that.”

I’d had enough trouble keeping my sister out of my things, and I had more influence over her than most anyone else. An open laptop and no one around made her story more than believable.

“I know, I was kinda bad. I couldn’t help it though, it was just sitting there and I got curious. Somebody really needs to teach me to do better.”

“Mm-hm, but how could I possibly do that? I could try spanking you, but you’d probably just enjoy it.”

“Uh-uh,” she protested, though a giggling fit gave her away. “You wouldn’t do that anyway. Not to your poor, innocent sister.”

“Like hell.”

I pushed Kristin off of me and rolled on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. She made no real move to resist, though she did struggle unconvincingly underneath me. Despite how recently I’d cum I was starting to get hard again from the continued presence of my naked sister, as well as her current antics. She knew exactly what she was doing and her wriggling brought her into contact with my growing erection far too much for it to be coincidence.

“Ooh, no please not again,” she said in an incredibly fake display of unwillingness. “No I promise I’ll be good, don’t put your dick in me again.”

“Cut it out or I’ll put it somewhere you actually might not like,” I growled.

“You mean my butt?” she said, dropping the act instantly. “‘Cause if you’re going to help me I’d totally let you. It could be like an early reward.”

“Seriously?”

It had been an idle threat more than anything, but I shouldn’t have been too surprised that Kristin would take it as more than that.

“If you want to. I’ve never actually tried it before and it might be fun,” she said.

My cock had grown hard enough that it was poking at Kristin’s pussy and when she rocked her hips it slid along the length of her wet slit. It was more than a little distracting.

“I don’t know,” I said. “If you’ve never done anal we’d probably need to take it slow and build up to it.”

“Why, you think you’d hurt me?”

“Pretty sure we don’t have any lube lying around, so yeah I think I’d probably hurt you. Even with lube I don’t know how well it’d go.”

“Hm, oh well. Maybe some other time then.”

The tip of my dick was just beginning to push its way inside Kristin’s pussy, aided by her constant hip movements and careful positioning. I was tempted to give in and just fuck her like she wanted, but I had something else I wanted to try now that she had me thinking about it.

“Flip over,” I said, pulling away from Kristin a little.

“‘Kay,” she said unquestioningly.

She rolled over and lifted herself onto her hands and knees, wiggling her butt at me as though assuming I wanted to fuck her from behind. She was right, but there was more to my request than that.

Without offering any explanation I ran a finger over her pussy lips, then gently pushed it inside. As I expected she was more than wet enough for my purposes and my finger came out covered in her juices. When I pressed it to her asshole she finally turned her head to try and see what I was doing.

“What are you up to back there?” she asked.

“Just trying something,” I said.

I went back a couple times to make sure I had plenty of Kristin’s girl-cum for lubrication, I didn’t know how easy this was going to be. Even when I thought I had enough her butt still seemed really tight and I had difficulty even just getting my fingertip past the entrance.

“You gotta relax a little,” I told her. “I have no idea how you thought sex was going to work.”

“You should know by now I can be a little impulsive,” she said, making a good point. “And it’s hard to relax when I’m excited. Maybe you should just fuck me first and try it after when I’m all calmed down.”

“I won’t feel like bothering with it afterward if we do that,” I said. “Although….”

Kristin might have something there, if I got her concentrating on sex she wouldn’t be focused on her ass so much. It was worth a shot.

She moaned appreciatively as I guided my cock into her pussy and immediately angled her body to make penetration easier. Even before I was fully inside she was rocking back against me in time with my thrusts, quickly establishing a rhythm with me. I’d long ago tired of jokes about how we should be able to read each other’s minds since we were twins, but when we were having sex sometimes it felt like we actually could on a sub-conscious level. We just moved so naturally together despite being relatively to new to this particular phase of our relationship.

I kept my finger pressed against Kristin’s tight butt, waiting for it to loosen a bit and eventually it did. Slowly, almost reluctantly, her muscles relaxed enough to let just the tip of my finger inside before clamping down again when she realized what had happened.

“It’s in, isn’t it,” she said.

“Yes it is,” I confirmed.

“Feels a little weird, not too bad though. Doesn’t hurt.”

Kristin’s movements had become hesitant as she processed the new sensations, then slowly returned to normal as she got comfortable with the idea. Before long I was able to push my finger farther into her butt and started gently finger-fucking it.

She was losing any self-control she might have started with and rocked back against me with increasing force. I had no idea anal-play would be so much of a turn-on for her and she probably hadn’t realized it either before hand. There was no doubt in my mind that it would be more than my finger in her butt in the near future.

Only moments later her pace reached its most frantic level and her pussy squeezed my cock hard. I loved the feeling of my sister cumming, and as was not uncommon my orgasm followed close behind hers. I could rarely resist the sensations she produced when she came while I was inside her.

Kristin gradually slowed as her orgasm finished and my the last of my semen emptied into her. She rolled onto her side as I finally pulled out and smiled at me a little tiredly. I lay down facing her and we watched each other in silence for a minute or two.

“So we’re really going to resort to blackmail are we?” I said eventually.

“It’s not blackmail,” Kristin protested, though her heart wasn’t in it enough to make a convincing denial. “We’d just be trading favors. I didn’t tell on Miss Reid, she lets us borrow her class. Quick and easy.”

Under different circumstances I probably would have taken advantage of Kristin leaving herself wide open with her last comment. She’d get that it was a joke of course, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t retaliate out of principle. I wasn’t really in any position to get out of arms reach quickly enough, nor did I have the energy to fend her off.

“Pretty sure that’s still blackmail,” I said instead.

“So you don’t want me to do it then?”

Kristin delivered the sentence in a completely neutral tone, but I could sense that this one of those moments where she was giving me the decision. If I firmly told her not to proceed, she wouldn’t. She’d be disappointed though, she had clearly put enough thought into this plan that it wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing.

“Don’t worry, I’m not actually going to threaten her or anything. Everything’ll work out.”

My indirect approval was enough for Kristin who seemed happy that I wasn’t shutting her down. As she snuggled up to me I wondered if that was truly the right decision on my part, even though I also realized it might not matter. As much as I tried to keep her out of trouble, it was just part of who she was and I didn’t want to take that away from her even if it meant leaving my comfort zone sometimes.

****

A couple days later Kristin invited Shannon over, presumably to bring her in on the plan. My sister hadn’t even filled me in on all the details, but she assured me she’d been working on it and she seemed confident everything would work out. I was skeptical that it would be as easy as she thought it would, on the other hand I didn’t have all the information that she did.

After a little while locked in her room with Shannon, Kristin came to find me with a grin on her face.

“It went well I take it?” I said.

“I think she’s in, except she hasn’t technically said yes yet,” Kristin said, waving it off as though it were a minor detail. “She might need some convincing.”

“Dare I ask what kind of convincing?”

“Nothing you wouldn’t enjoy. Come on, I’m gonna need you too.”

I let Kristin drag me to her room where Shannon was idly toying with my sister’s computer. She looked a little surprised to see me come in as well, but not bothered by it.

“Alright, let’s get some things straightened out,” Kristin said, gesturing for me to sit down on her bed. “First off, Shannon you know about me and Kyle already and I appreciate you being okay with it. It makes things a lot easier not having to hide it from you.”

“Hey, it’s not like it’s my job to police your life,” Shannon said with a shrug. “And you guys seem happy enough.”

“Mm-hm,” Kristin agreed, sitting down in my lap.

I wrapped my arms around my sister’s waist as she leaned toward me. She was watching Shannon closely and I wondered if she was trying to get some kind of reaction.

“So anyway, explain to me why exactly you feel the need to have sex in the middle of school,” Shannon said, sticking to the topic at hand rather than taking the bait.

“Because it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while but never really had a chance, and now I’m running out of time. It wouldn’t count if I did it when I wasn’t a student anymore. It’d hardly even be worth it,” Kristin said.

“So this is what, some kind of fantasy for you? Because I’m not sure it’s really worth the risk,” Shannon said.

“Maybe, but what’s the point of going through life not doing the things you want to do?”

Shannon didn’t look like she was going to argue that point, but she didn’t seem completely convinced either. Unlike me she probably wouldn’t go along with whatever Kristin wanted just because she was asked.

“Come on,” Kristin prodded. “It’ll be fun and you’ll always be able to look back and remember that you helped your friend do something stupid and completely awesome,” Kristin said. “Everyone needs memories like that. And besides, if we need to I’m sure we can make it worth your while.”

Shannon raised an eyebrow and seemed intrigued by the offer at the very least. Like me, she was probably wondering what exactly my sister meant by that.

“After all,” Kristin continued, “you’ve got access to a brother and sister who are way too naughty for their own good, and we’d owe you. You can’t tell me there’s no temptation there somewhere.”

Without waiting for a response my sister turned and kissed me, pulling my head toward her slightly so she could reach. She held the kiss longer than strictly necessary to make her point and by the end I was getting short of breath.

I didn’t know whether my sister intended to play more toward Shannon’s feelings for me, whatever they might be at this point, or some perverse fascination in a sibling relationship that had gone far, far off course. Personally if I were in Shannon’s position I was confident I wouldn’t immediately dismiss the idea due to lack of interest.

It seemed that our display had at least made Shannon think. She chewed on her lip seemingly considering the possibilities, shifting her gaze rapidly between Kristin and me. My sister noticed it too and that faint upward curve of her lips that signified triumph appeared on her face.

“So if I wanted you two to do something…” Shannon said carefully.

“We’d probably do it,” Kristin finished.

I wasn’t all that surprised that I didn’t get a say in the matter. Kristin would just assume that I’d be okay with it and the fact that my cock was starting to poke into her butt would give me away if I tried to protest. Not that I was planning an escape just yet; it wasn’t exactly the worst thing in the world to be stuck in a room with the two girls I’d most recently done something sexual with, even if I didn’t know what was coming.

Shannon, with a little more consideration for my feelings, made eye contact with me before speaking again. I shrugged slightly and gave a slight nod, hopefully enough to convey that I was not an entirely unwilling participant in the proceedings.

“What about, like, if I watched you get Kyle off?” Shannon suggested.

“Any particular way, or do you just want to see me playing with his cock?” Kristin said. “You just want to make sure we’re actually doing what you think we are? ‘Cause we definitely are.”

Kristin didn’t really look like she cared one way or the other what her friend’s motivations were and happily hopped off my lap onto the floor. She wasted no time undoing the front of my pants and fishing out my cock, encircling it with her fingers and stroking it gently.

“Fuck, you’re really gonna…” Shannon started. “I mean, I thought you were but I didn’t really… I don’t know, it’s just kind of weird to see for real.”

“It’s not really the sort of thing you see every day is it?” Kristin agreed. “Which is good because it’s so much hotter when it has to be a secret.”

“Yeah, what would be the fun having sex with your brother if everyone was doing it?” I added with only a small amount of sarcasm.

Kristin rolled her eyes but leaned in to suck the head of my cock into her mouth instead of responding. Between her hand and having someone watching us I’d gotten hard fairly quickly and it felt good to have my sister start getting serious about it instead of just playing with me.

The fact that not too long ago the girls’ positions had been reversed wasn’t lost on me, Kristin having seen Shannon giving me a blowjob in my room. I hoped there wouldn’t be too much awkwardness arising from that, but Shannon certainly didn’t seem too put out. Especially since she was the one who said she wanted to see it.

When it came down to it, I couldn’t figure out precisely what Shannon was thinking. Her face wasn’t giving me enough information to decide whether she was merely curious or whether she was actually enjoying what she saw on some perverse level. It was a very typically guy thing, but I couldn’t help wondering what might happen if she decided she really liked watching us. There was some fantasy material there if I chose to take it.

“Okay, you’re right. This is pretty hot,” Shannon said eventually.

Kristin had my cock filling her mouth, but still managed a muffled sound of agreement. As my attention was drawn back to my sister I noticed that her hand was down the front of her pants, somehow I’d failed to catch that she was getting herself off at the same time as me.

Shannon still wasn’t openly masturbating or anything overt, but when I looked for it I saw that she was fidgeting in her chair and squeezing her legs together every now and then. She was definitely getting horny watching us even if she wasn’t comfortable enough to do something about it.

I returned my attention to Kristin who continued to suck my cock and bring me closer to orgasm while simultaneously getting herself off. Since neither of her hands were free I brushed some of her hair back out of her face where it had fallen, tucking it behind her ear. She looked up at me and deliberately took me deeper on the next couple down strokes, letting my cock go far enough for me to feel the back of her throat before pulling away again.

I heard a small, barely noticeable sound from Shannon’s direction and when I looked over a moment later her hand was between her legs, clamped down firmly over her crotch as she squeezed her thighs together. It looked like she was putting some pressure on her clit, possibly just enough stimulation to keep from going crazy. I thought about telling her it was okay if she wanted to masturbate, but she seemed a little embarrassed just at having me notice her and I didn’t want to add to that.

Before long my sister’s efforts paid off and I felt the familiar sensation of impending orgasm.

“Getting close,” I said softly.

Kristin gave me an indecipherable grunt of acknowledgement the best she could do with her mouth still full, and pumped me a little harder. Just before I came she pulled her mouth off me and tilted her head back with her eyes closed. As my semen sprayed out it landed mostly on her waiting face, some of it even inside her mouth, with the last shot falling short and midway down her stomach on the front of her shirt. I was kind of surprised that she would let me cum on her like that with no warning, until I remembered that she was putting on a show for Shannon. In that context it made perfect sense.

My sister stayed exactly where she was for another minute or two with her hand frantically rubbing her pussy and her face partly covered in my cum. Finally she gave a contented sigh and reopened her eyes.

“So was that good enough for you?” Kristin asked, turning to Shannon who had a look of even stronger disbelief than before.

“Uh, yeah,” Shannon said. “More than I was expecting actually.”

Kristin grinned and stood up, taking stock of her appearance as she did.

“Guess I probably can’t wander around like this,” she said with just a hint of regret in her voice. “Be back in a minute.”

Without making even a token preliminary attempt to wipe herself off she stepped out into the hallway in the direction of the bathroom and left Shannon and me alone in the room. There was a moment of awkward silence before I decided talking might be better than sitting around worrying about what Shannon was thinking.

“So at least you’re not freaking out,” I said. “That’s a good sign right?”

“I suppose,” Shannon replied slowly. Her gaze drifted away from the doorway where Kristin had left back to me. “I didn’t think I would anyway, it’s not like this came out of nowhere. I’ve had time to think about it. The only thing is I wasn’t really sure how far you two had gone.”

“Guess you have a better idea now,” I said.

“No kidding. Can I ask you something though Kyle?”

“Sure.”

“Would you mind if I watched you guys more, kinda like what we just did. Not necessarily all the time or anything, but maybe-”

Granted the total of what Shannon and me had done together was that one blowjob she’d given me, but it was enough to make me a little more comfortable around her. Comfortable enough that I didn’t mind if she wanted to continue being a spectator of sorts. Especially since there was a good chance if we did this more she’d give in eventually and masturbate for real. I couldn’t help having a certain amount of interest in that possibility.

Before Shannon could respond Kristin walked back in and went straight for her dresser.

“How come you didn’t tell me you got cum all over my shirt?” she demanded, giving me a mock glare as she passed me.

“First off I thought you would have noticed,” I said. “Second, it really wasn’t that much.”

Kristin stuck her tongue out at me, then pulled her shirt up over her head without a hint of hesitation despite both Shannon and me still being there. Her breasts weren’t anything I hadn’t seen of course, and for all I knew Shannon might have seen them plenty of times as well since I understood girls were more open about that kind of thing than guys. All it really did was remind me just how short a time it had been since being half, or fully, naked around each other wouldn’t have happened. Now it was quite literally an everyday occurrence.

“So what were you guys talking about?” Kristin asked as she bounced down onto the bed beside me after getting a new shirt.

“Just stuff,” I said.

“Cool. So you decide if you’re going to help us yet?” Kristin asked Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes flicked toward me for a split second, then back to Kristin.

“Yeah, I’m in,” she said.

“Good, then everything’s going perfectly so far,” Kristin said. “Tomorrow I’m gonna have to go talk to Miss Reid and get things arranged with her, then we’ll be all set.”

****

The next day Kristin decided to wait until the end of the last period to approach Miss Reid, which I agreed with. It made sense to minimize the chance of getting interrupted in the middle of their conversation, and it would make it easier to locate the teacher since she’d almost certainly be in her class packing up for the day and getting ready to go home.

My sister found me just after the final bell while most of the students were surging toward the exits and dragged me into a semi-private alcove. I looked around but no one gave us so much as a second glance as they went by.

“You talk to her yet?” I asked, keeping my question deliberately vague on the off-chance someone actually could overhear us.

“Nope, just about to,” Kristin said. “Slight change of plans though, I need you and Shannon to give me about ten minutes then follow me in.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, why’s that? We’re not kidnapping her now are we?”

“Don’t be silly. I’m going to try giving her a plausible explanation for our request is all, I would have thought you’d be happy to hear that,” she said, poking me sharply in the chest.

“Yeah yeah, alright. I assume you told Shannon already.”

“Yep, at lunch. She’ll meet you… I don’t know, somewhere. Anyway, I gotta go. See you in ten.”

Kristin leaned over and kissed me so quickly I didn’t have a chance to register the movement before she was already finished and walking away.

“You can’t…” I began automatically, then sighed and gave up. Kristin had known exactly what she was doing and telling her off wasn’t going to help anything. All I’d do was draw unwanted attention if I tried.

With nothing better to do I followed in generally the same direction my sister had gone, although at a much slower pace. I didn’t really have anything to occupy myself for ten minutes other than just standing around keeping an eye on one of the clocks scattered through the hallways so I’d know when it was time. I could have gone to try and find Shannon I suppose, but I had no idea where she would be so it seemed kind of pointless.

I’d only just made it to the outside of Miss Reid’s class and leaned against the wall to wait when Shannon found me instead.

“Hey Kyle,” she called.

I looked back down the hall where I’d come from as she approached. I hadn’t noticed her behind me, but she might well have turned off from somewhere else. Or she’d been following me to see if she could sneak up on me, although that was more my sister’s thing.

“Hey,” I said back.

Shannon stopped next to me and dropped her bag onto the floor as though it was too heavy to bother carrying it while we weren’t going anywhere. Knowing how many textbooks some students carried around with them that might actually be the case.

“Did she tell you what exactly she needs us for?” I asked.

“Nah, not anything specific. We might just be to back up her story, whatever it is.”

“Which would work better if knew ahead of time what the story was.”

Shannon shrugged. “Not much we can do about that now.”

“I know.”

I felt a little better having Shannon there waiting with me. It meant I didn’t look completely suspicious hanging around by myself, plus it wasn’t a terrible thing to be seen with girls who weren’t my sister just in case there was someone who might connect the dots on our relationship.

“So it’s kinda strange, but I’m actually getting into this a little,” Shannon said. “The whole thing with you and Kris.”

“You mean watching us?”

“Yeah, except more than that too. Like… okay I don’t know if I should really tell you this but last night I went online and, well, I found some videos of brothers and sisters doing stuff. Porn videos I mean.” Her face started to get red as she spoke and she avoided meeting my eyes directly, but she kept going. “Obviously they weren’t all real or anything, but there were a couple of them that could have been.”

“Wow,” I said for lack of anything better. “We made more of an impression than I thought.”

“Yep, you’ve corrupted me for good,” she said. “Or maybe it’s partly the novelty of it, I don’t know. I’m definitely looking forward to next time though,” she finished a little shyly.

“The real thing’s better than porn huh?”

Shannon nodded emphatically, which for some reason made me feel good.

“You think we waited long enough yet?” she asked, gesturing toward the classroom we were standing outside.

“I don’t know, close enough I guess.”

I opened the door and let Shannon go first before pulling it shut behind me just in case. Kristin and Miss Reid were indeed inside, my sister sitting casually on the teacher’s desk with her legs dangling over the edge as the two of them talked. Their conversation had temporarily stopped as we interrupted, but Kristin grinned as she saw us come in.

Kristin stuck her tongue out at me, then quickly assumed an innocent expression as Miss Reid turned to her. The teacher looked like she was going to say something, but then shook her head in exasperation. She must have been used to my sister’s antics.

“You only need the class for one period right?” Miss Reid asked.

“Yes, just enough so we can practice our skit we need to do,” Kristin said. “Doofus over there doesn’t want to do it where people can watch for some reason.”

I rolled my eyes at the name calling and gave my sister a disbelieving look like she couldn’t possibly think I wasn’t going to remember that later.

“Alright, well you can have it fourth period on Friday if you really want it,” Miss Reid said. “I expect to find everything the way I left it though, if you have to move desks around at least put them back afterward.”

I got the impression she was trying to get rid of us at this point, and now that Kristin had what she wanted I had no doubt we’d be leaving.

“Absolutely, you won’t even know we were there,” Kristin assured her, hopping off the desk where she’d been sitting.

“Just being me,” Kristin said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Don’t want to arouse suspicion do we?”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s all it was.”

The three of us appeared to be alone, at least temporarily, so I decided I could risk getting a little payback. Kristin was walking right beside me so I moved my hand to her butt and gave it a solid pinch. My sister squealed and jumped at the sudden contact, then whirled on me. I had already backed away and was doing my best not to burst out laughing at her reaction, but was unable to restrain myself completely.

After a moment Kristin gave in and giggled, knowing full well that she deserved it. Shannon just smiled and shook her head at us.

“Well if you two don’t need me anymore I have to get going,” she said.

“Okay. Remember, Friday fourth period,” Kristin said.

“I’ll be there.”

Shannon gave me a small wave, then headed off leaving us by ourselves.

“Guess we should probably head home too,” I said.

“Uh uh, not right away,” Kristin said. “First we need to go shopping.”

“Shopping? Why?”

“‘Cause I need a new skirt. I don’t have anything that’ll work for Friday, not properly.” She leaned in close to whisper conspiratorially. “And you’d rather be able to bend me over the desk, flip up my skirt and fuck me than dick around with getting my pants off wouldn’t you?”

“Dammit Kris,” I said.

The mental image I got off that was hotter than what was helpful at the moment. I didn’t need to be walking around with an erection right now even if most people had left the area already.

“Why do you think I insisted on us bringing the car this morning anyway? It’s not like we needed it to go straight to school and back.”

“I did wonder about that,” I said. “Honestly I assumed you just wanted stop and mess around before we got home.”

“Well I wouldn’t count that out either.” Kristin grinned wickedly. “After all I might need some new panties while we’re there, and you’d get to help me pick them out. We never did replace that pair you ripped a while back.”

“If I say I’ll go will you please stop saying sexy things? At least until we’re in the car.”

“Hm, I guess that’s a good deal. Didn’t plan on getting you too worked up yet anyway. Save that for later.”

In immediate defiance of her previous statement Kristin turned and walked ahead of me to where I’d parked the car that morning, swinging her hips in exaggerated motions to keep my attention. I thought about telling her to cut it out, but knew even as the thought came to me that I wouldn’t be fooling anyone; I loved watching my sister’s ass and she knew it as well as I did. At least once we were around people again in whatever clothing store she chose she’d have to behave herself a little. I hoped.

****

The place Kristin decided on turned out not to be all that busy when we got there, but with enough customers wandering around that she couldn’t tease me too badly. I kept an eye out for anyone I recognized because as long we remained anonymous I knew could pass easily enough for boyfriend and girlfriend rather than brother and sister.

As interesting as Kristin had promised the shopping trip would be, it didn’t quite turn out that way. Searching through an array of skirts for just the right one was not really my idea of a good time, and picking out panties wasn’t enough to make up for that. As much as I liked choosing underwear for my sister, I wasn’t actually getting to see what she looked like in them which cut down on the appeal somewhat.

“What do you think of this one?” Kristin asked, holding up yet another skirt for my opinion.

“Isn’t that the same as the last one?” I said.

“No, it’s a little longer and the materials different. I think I like it better, feels nicer.”

“Then go buy it so we can be done.”

“Aw, you getting tired of this already? Just hang on a few more minutes and I promise it’ll get better. I think I’m gonna go try these on.”

She had the two not-the-same skirts as well as two pairs of panties that we’d decided on. I figured as long as she wanted my input I might as well see how small I could go before she’d refuse. As it turned out she didn’t seem to have a problem trying out some that didn’t seem like they’d really cover anything properly. That at least had managed to stir up my imagination a little.

There were some semi-secluded changing rooms toward the back of the store and Kristin entered one while I remained outside. I was sure boyfriends getting dragged along happened regularly enough that I wouldn’t stick out too much standing there on my own in the clearly meant-for-girls store, but that didn’t mean I was going to like it. I felt quite awkward and not sure where to look, as well as having the small but persistent fear that someone would recognize me. I couldn’t even wander around pretending I was browsing because that really would draw attention.

Finally, after more time than I felt it should have taken just to try on a couple things, Kristin opened the door to the dressing room and poked her head out.

“Come in here and tell me what you think,” she said.

“I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be in there with you,” I said.

“You big baby, no one’s even going to care. Either get in here or I’ll come out there and I don’t think you want that.”

“Fine.”

If we got kicked out I had every intention of telling her “I told you so”, but I hoped she was right that it wasn’t that big a deal. Or at least that no one noticed.

There wasn’t a lot of space with both of us inside, but it wasn’t too cramped either. Kristin was standing in front of the mirror examining the skirt she had put on critically. I thought she looked hot in it, but didn’t have much of an opinion otherwise. Plus I thought she looked hot in most anything.

“It’s fine,” I said.

“You don’t think it’s too long? I didn’t want to go too short and get in trouble, just keep it at the right length.”

The bottom of the skirt came down to maybe a couple inches above her knees and I knew that given our school policy she wasn’t going to get away with much more than that.

“You look great,” I insisted.

“Wouldn’t matter what I had on you’d still say that, don’t know why I bother sometimes,” she said.

In one deliberate, smooth motion Kristin pulled the skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Underneath she was wearing one of the pairs of panties we’d picked out, and it was just as useless at properly covering her as I’d hoped. From behind the panties did little more than draw a nice dividing line down the middle of her ass, and when she turned around I saw that they weren’t doing much better in front. Her pussy was barely covered and if she had any hair down there it would be clearly showing around the edges of the material.

“I’m guessing you like them,” she said.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Even though they’re really, really small in the back?”

As if that was a downside for me.

Kristin took my hand and pulled it around to her lower back, then down to the top of her butt.

“I bet they’re just gonna ride up on me and disappear, hardly even worth wearing them,” she said.

I ran my finger down the centre of her ass, pressing the panties between her butt cheeks.

“You might be right,” I said.

“Uh huh, but I know you don’t really care do you? You’d like it if I didn’t wear any underwear.”

“I might.”

As I continued running my finger up and down the line of her panties, pushing them as deep as I could, I encountered something I didn’t expect. There was something there, something that seemed very deliberately placed, and I could tell that Kristin had been waiting for me to find it.

“Is that…” I started.

“A butt plug, yeah,” she confirmed. “I got it after we talked about you fucking me back there. Actually I got two, the other one’s a little bigger for when I get used to this one. I think I’m almost ready ’cause I sometimes forget I even have this one still in. Told you I’d work on it.”

“And you were wearing it all day?”

“Yep. Had to get off in the bathroom at lunch when I got too horny, but it’s totally worth it. Feels good when I play with it too.”

A shiver went down my spine as I imagined my sister playing with herself and her new toy. I had already been pressing on the butt plug experimentally, but at her encouragement I wiggled it more purposefully making her gasp softly.

“How did it take me so long to figure out sexy you were?” I asked, not expecting a real answer.

“Because I never had any reason to be sexy for you before,” she said. “Now I do. And I think I’m doing a pretty good job.”

“God, are you ever.”

While I played with Kristin’s butt she started grinding slowly on my leg, pressing her body firmly against me. I enjoyed the feeling, but there was an immediate problem to be dealt with if things continued the way they were going.

“You’re going to get those panties all wet if you keep that up,” I said.

“So? I’m gonna buy them anyway.”

“That’s fine, but I’m refusing to be seen with you if you set those on the counter soaked and smelling like sex.”

Kristin pouted but offered no real objection, particularly when I knelt down in front of her and started pulling the panties down. I brought them up to my face after she stepped out of them and examined the material closely. There was already a small damp spot, but fortunately nothing overly noticeable if you weren’t specifically looking for it.

As I set the panties aside I was left kneeling in front of my half-naked sister with her bare pussy directly in front of me. I knew it was an incredibly stupid place for us to risk getting caught, all someone would have to do was open the door and we’d have nowhere to hide. In theory the door was locked, but it wasn’t the sort of lock I would trust with anything important. It was just enough to make people feel comfortable trying on other clothes in a somewhat public location. On the other hand Kristin’s perfectly smooth pussy was not something I could pass up easily when it was right there in front of me, begging to be touched.

“What you doing down there?” she asked.

“What do you think?”

I ran my fingers up the inside of Kristin’s thigh and over her pussy lips, parting them slightly as I did. I gave the length of her slit a preliminary lick and once more experienced the unique taste of my sister, a taste that I absolutely loved.

“You know if I tried stripping you and giving you head in here you’d freak out on me,” Kristin said.

“Probably,” I agreed. “You want me to stop?”

“Uh uh, no way.”

“Good, then stop pointing out my hypocrisy because I’m well aware of it without your help.”

I tried to be careful and stay out of trouble, and usually I succeeded pretty well. Kristin was a massive weakness for me in that regard however, I couldn’t always do the sensible thing when I was with her. It had always been that way and the effect had only gotten worse recently. Sure I could still maintain control if I really wanted to, but the truth was that more and more I was prepared to choose my sister over any kind of reason or logic.

Kristin’s fingers tangled in my hair as I licked repeatedly at her pussy and her legs parted eagerly at my slightest touch. There were other people out there walking by as close as a few feet away, yet I was going to make her cum. It was going to happen. It was one of those rare times when I felt as though I could understand how her world worked, when consequences were meaningless and all that mattered was what I wanted at that moment.

“Mmm, I love it when you get like this,” Kristin said. “Everyone thinks you’re such a good boy, but you’re not really are you?”

I don’t know if she expected me to argue the point, but all I did was ignore it. I had more important things to think about, things which would severely undercut any protest I might make to her claim.

Kristin made an appreciative noise as I pushed a finger inside her increasingly wet pussy with a second one close behind. She let me finger-fuck her for a little while before regaining her train of thought.

“What would people think if they knew you as well as I do?” she mused. “Come to think of it, what if they knew just how bad I was too? We’d be grounded forever just for a start.”

She giggled at the thought, then abruptly gasped as I used my remaining free hand to find the butt plug she was still wearing. I already knew she liked me playing with it, but I hadn’t realized just how much it could affect her when combined with the stimulation on her pussy.

“Oh fuck, keep doing that,” she breathed.

Kristin’s hips bucked against my face, threatening to dislodge me and making my job significantly more difficult. I knew she was getting close though and I didn’t give up, instead responding with more force of my own. I licked furiously at her clit and increased the pace of my fingers inside her until finally she had enough.

With an all to loud cry, at least to my ears, Kristin fell back against the wall as her pussy clamped down firmly on my fingers. I kept licking as she came, only stopping when it was obvious she was through. As I looked up at her in the aftermath her more familiar look of mischief and lust was replaced temporarily by an expression of sated contentment.

The moment was quickly ruined by a knock on the door, making me panic at the returning realization that we weren’t exactly somewhere private.

“Are you all right in there?” came a voice from outside.

“Yes thanks,” Kristin called back without missing a beat. “Almost done.”

“Okay,” the voice replied uncertainly.

After a moment I heard footsteps walking away and my shoulders sagged in relief. That was too close.

“Well that was fun,” Kristin said.

She bent over and kissed me, evidently not caring that I tasted like her pussy. I felt a twinge of regret as she started getting dressed even though I knew that we had to go or risk attracting more attention. My cock was straining in my pants and part of me wanted nothing more than to pin my sister against the wall and fuck her. Having self-control sucked sometimes.

“Sorry I can’t take care of you too,” Kristin apologized. “I will later I promise. You more than earned it today.”

“Strangely that doesn’t really help me right now,” I said.

Kristin shrugged and unlocked the door.

“Shall we?” she asked.

She didn’t wait for an answer and before I was truly ready I was following her back in to the store proper. My erection had settled down a little, but I was worried it would still be noticeable if someone got too close. Luckily no one was nearby, even the sales girl who almost caught us has been distracted by another customer. At least I assumed it was her, there weren’t any other suitable candidates around.

Humming cheerfully to herself Kristin approached the counter to pay for her choice of skirt and panties while I skulked around nearby, trying to watch every direction without making it obvious. By the time we made it out of there I had decided that no one was curious enough about what we’d been up to that they were going make an issue of it and I’d started to relax. Kristin didn’t look at all concerned about it the whole time, but I’d come to expect that from her. She had way more practice at acting normal than I did.

“We should do that again some time,” Kristin said as we headed back to the car.

“I wouldn’t count on it,” I said.

“Yeah yeah, you say that now. I could get you back there right now if I really wanted to.”

She was probably right, especially given how horny I still was.

“How about we don’t test that, okay?” I said.

“Nah, I wouldn’t. Maybe if I was bored enough, but I’ve still got Friday to look forward to.”

****

The day couldn’t come soon enough for Kristin, as short a time as it was in reality. I watched her get dressed in the morning, as I liked to do when I had the opportunity, and she put far more effort in to her appearance than normal. With her skirt, a white button-up blouse, and her hair pulled back into a ponytail she looked far more like the archetypal schoolgirl than I’d ever seen her before. It only she could have masked the wicked glint in her eyes the image would have been perfect.

I will admit to a certain amount of anticipation throughout the first part of the day. Having sex with Kristin wasn’t ever going to be something I would dread, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal in my mind. Plus she actually looked really hot in her outfit, in a weird, subtle kind of way since it wasn’t overtly any more sexual than something she would wear normally.

By the time fourth period rolled around I was having trouble acting casual and I was sure someone was going to notice that I was behaving oddly. It was a bit of a relief to finally make it to Miss Reid’s class with nothing going wrong and finding Kristin there waiting for me. Shannon was with her actually, the two of them deep in conversation until I stepped through the doorway.

“Want to lock that behind you?” Kristin said.

“Sure,” I said.

With the door locked we were reasonably secure inside the classroom and either Kristin or Shannon had already pulled the curtains across the windows so no one could see in from outside.

“I told Shannon she could stay if she wanted,” Kristin said. “You don’t mind too much do you?”

“Uh, no that’s fine,” I said.

“Good, ’cause we do still owe her for helping us.”

The trail of logic on that one was a little difficult to follow. As I recalled Shannon was supposed to be making sure no one interrupted us, which she couldn’t very well do if she was watching us. On the other hand having her out in the hallway would hardly be inconspicuous. Fortunately the deal was between my sister and her friend and if it didn’t make sense to me it wasn’t a big deal.

Kristin stood beside the teacher’s desk at the front of the room with her hands clasped behind her back and her chest sticking out slightly. As I approached her Shannon stepped to the side and sat on the edge of one of the tables in the front row.

“See, I knew you didn’t really hate this idea,” Kristin said as I placed my hands on either side of her waist.

“I rarely hate your ideas, I just don’t always think they’ll work out,” I said. “This time you actually put some thought into it.”

I stopped Kristin’s response by kissing her, pulling her closer to me as I did. I didn’t want to antagonize her enough that she’d up the stakes on me.

My hands slid easily underneath her shirt as we held each other and rested comfortably on the bare skin underneath. I slowly moved one of them upward, over her tummy and not quite reaching her breasts before she pulled away a little.

“Mmm, getting kinda horny now,” she said.

“Aren’t you always?” I said.

“More than usual then. Here, you can probably feel it.”

Kristin took hold of one of my wrists and guided my hand under her skirt to the front of her panties. As I pressed my palm against them I could feel a sizeable damp spot already formed.

“Jesus, we barely even did anything yet,” I said.

“I know, but you remember how I said I had another butt plug that’s a little bigger? Well I’ve been wearing it all day and it’s been turning me on like crazy. It feels even better than the other one. I think I’m ready for you now, for real this time.”

Kristin hips rocked gently on my hand almost of their own volition, and when I pressed back against her pussy she moaned softly. She was definitely worked up already, there was no question about it.

With slightly shaky hands she undid the front of my pants and reached in to grasp my hardening cock. She gave a gentle squeeze and stroked her fingers across the length of my shaft as I continued rubbing her wet panties.

We stood together essentially masturbating each other for a minute or two before Kristin backed away and leaned over the teacher’s desk, bracing herself on her arms. She turned her head back to look at me in a silent invitation that I could hardly refuse.

I moved behind her and slid my hands up the outside of her thighs under her skirt, not yet lifting it quite high enough to expose her butt. It was simple enough locating the waistband of her panties by touch and tugging them down to her knees. Kristin let them fall to the floor and carefully stepped out of them, kicking them unceremoniously to the side.

With her panties out of the way I pulled Kristin’s skirt up around her waist to reveal her bare ass. I was intimately familiar with this part of her body, except for right in the middle was the black, circular base that was all I could see of the butt plug currently inside her. All I could do for a long moment was stare at the expected yet fascinating sight, too long for my sister.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” she demanded. “You need instructions back there?”

“Just looking,” I said.

To pacify her a little I pressed my fully-hard erection against her pussy, making her sigh happily. She began rocking back and forth in small movements, but didn’t have the right positioning to get me inside her without help. Before she got impatient again I guided my cock to her entrance and allowed the motion of her hips to slowly impale her on my shaft. Once I got her started she did all the work and I didn’t even have to move.

I heard a sound from behind me and turned my head just enough to glance at Shannon who I had almost forgotten was there. The front of her pants was open and her hand was buried under her panties, masturbating freely at the show Kristin and I were giving her. I’d expected it to happen as she got more comfortable around us, although she was a bit quicker about it than I would have predicted. She met my gaze for a second as I looked at her and seemed embarrassed, but didn’t stop what she was doing.

Kristin continued fucking herself on me as I turned back to her, although she faltered slightly as I grabbed the base of her butt plug. As I had done back in the clothing store I merely played with it at first, wiggling it around just to see what kind of reaction I got. My sister had a different idea of what I should be doing.

“Duh, that was the whole point of getting ready for you. You think it was just for fun? Actually, it was kind of fun when I think about it.”

Kristin giggled softly to herself as I decided on my course of action. It wasn’t really a difficult choice when it came down to it, it just seemed like our first time trying anal should have been somewhere a little more traditional. Like in a bedroom.

I pulled on the base of the butt plug, slowly fighting against the resistance Kristin’s ass put up trying to keep it in. As the widest part made it past her outer ring she moaned and stiffened up while her pussy squeezed my cock hard. Once I had the butt plug out I waited for Kristin to recover a little before trying anything else. Even after her pussy relaxed it was a couple minutes before she straightened back up to her initial stance.

“It was kinda,” Kristin said. “It’s just so… bad having my brother playing with my butt like that. I love it. Although I think if you’re not in my pussy at the same time it won’t be so much for me and I could handle it better.”

“Okay, but you have to tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop for any reason alright?”

“Promise.”

Kristin’s asshole was still lubricated from where she’d put in the butt plug and my cock was covered in her pussy juice. I thought about asking if she had more lube with her just in case, but decided to at least try it first and see how easily it went. It wouldn’t be completely new to her this time so it might be okay.

I placed the tip of my cock directly against my sister’s anal opening and pressed gently, but with gradually increasing force. She pushed back and slowly her asshole reopened for me and let me in. As soon as the head of my cock popped inside her ass she froze and I immediately stopped moving as well. A small growl of pleasure emerged from her and her back arched as far as it would go.

“You still okay?” I asked.

“Fuck yes, this is amazing. Don’t you dare stop.”

She started rocking back against me, not enough to really drive me any farther into her but just to encourage me to keep going. That was all it took for me since already the feeling of being in my sister’s ass was incredible and my instincts were urging me to start fucking her for real.

I couldn’t go as fast as I was used to with her pussy of course, her ass was tighter and despite what she was telling me I knew she still wouldn’t be ready for anything too rough back there. On the other hand I probably wouldn’t last that long even going slowly, not if it continued to feel as awesome as it did.

Alert for any sign of discomfort I thrust my hips forward, pushing a little deeper into Kristin’s ass. Unlike regular sex I found my movements had to be more purposeful, more controlled, but it was worth the effort.

“Shit, gonna cum again,” Kristin mumbled.

“What already?”

My cock was only a little over halfway inside her, maybe two-thirds at the most, and I hadn’t even started to properly fuck her yet. As she had warned me though she was soon cumming again, collapsing forward onto the desk as her orgasm drained the strength from her arms.